The Glory Of His Might

Looking out my window to the trees and to the sky,
I see God’s many wonders, my amazement never dies.
The Master Artist always makes His paintings real.
The beauty of it all overflows my cup of zeal.
The trees, grass, fields and hills- so wondrous to behold.
This artistry is perfect, too priceless to be sold.
His greatest creation, by far the best, the giants of His might,
The mountains- O what a glorious, gorgeous thing to sight!
I wonder how many colors it took, for many had He to bring.
Of the mountains’ height and beauty, my feelings truly sing.
To make something living, so tangible, so true,
I feel that He is saying, “Here’s my gift to you.”
What better way to love, than to enjoy this workmanship?
From the chalice of His glory, He beckons us to sip.
It’s an honor to explore these giants that He made.
Partake of the visual banquet, before man makes it fade.
By going up a mountain, and staying for awhile,
We cause the Master Painter to pause a bit and smile.
As he looks down upon me, while I am in his might,
I will ever follow the Master who is always, always right.