Art

As writers, we are all creators, mimicking the One who created us. Let us never forget that we are the greatest artistic works ever crafted, created to enjoy God, and glorify Him forever.

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By Leanna Newby

Paint. Living splotches of sympathy streaked across the alabaster portrait.

The rough hands caressed the canvas,

The brush of creation danced with a life of color.

A creamy white glaze appeared along the ridge,

Across the page, a golden heavenly glow peeked out of the rocky pinnacles,

Observing the child below.

The young boy gazed down into the deep azure ripples,

Hoping to capture his heart’s desire.

His delicate toes glided across the blanket of compassion with ease.

His Father watches him with pride,

Seeing, Reaching, Calling for him,

Finally grasping his soul.

Daily, The Artist illustrates mercy to the little boy,

Adding dabs of serenity, justice, and wisdom.

The unique spots of color dipped in grace,

The cherished face never abandoned, never lost,

In the mind of the forgiving Master.

Alive. Dreams and hopes are portrayed.

Awoken. The earth trembles,

Touched by such a love divine.