Love Letters to God

Love Letters to God: Day Two

Your brush
Is so soft
and so gentle
That you can paint the sky.

Your hand is so quick
and so accurate
That you can draw each design
onto a beating butterfly’s wing.

My god, my artist, my painter up above,
I praise your intricate work,
The beauty in everything you make.

Every iris is a painting,
Each bone a sculpture.
Nothing is imperfect,
Not in your eyes which know all.

Like the art we make to mimic your own,
You are praiseworthy,
But not like a canvas is loved and adored.
We sing out to you, God is great,
And mean that you are our only idol,
A living piece of art,
A king who created us in your own image.
But above all,
You are mine, and everyone else’s.

You are God.

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