The Master Artist

In my saddest days I am uplifted!
To know You, my God, are in control.
Others may not see what is so plain.
What is so obvious whenever I step outside.
The sky, the clouds, the stars, the sun, the moon.
The day, the night, and the changes that come with them!
Oh, behold how even a flower curls to sleep!
The way the wind blows gentle then strong.
When the sun sets, how can they not see?
How can they not see that only You could create such a thing.
A masterpiece of the Master Artist.

Feathered friends, they sing of You.
So many colors, patterns, and looks.
Nay, it could not have been by chance.
Nay, friends, nay!
Why is one bird blue and another red?
Oh, why?
Because He would have it that way.
For they are masterpieces of the Master Artist.

We, Your creation, mix that which You have made.
Trying to make new beauty equal to Yours.
But nay, it is not like what Your hands have formed.
The natural flora that grows in the woods.
The wild creatures that cannot be tamed.
Nay, it is not like Yours!
For You, Lord.
You are the Master Artist!
And none can ever create what You have done.