popsadie
Acrobat
Mystery
I sit in the night’s wane, it’s 5 AM
No headlights blind, no street rhythms sound
A half moon haloed illuminates the heavens
I gaze into the naked universe
Awestruck by the beauty, I marvel at such work\
Each manicured cloud, each sculpted star
He saw fit to place in the firmament
Testifies of his splendor, His mystery
He does not hide his work behind a curtain
No, his creation is on view for all
Each sun and heavenly body dances on his canvas
All art is Life in his gallery
Oh what mystery that this maker of light and song
Fashioned me with the same care as the stars
Sculpted the curve of my wrist and the lines of my palm
Shaped the new heart that sings in my ribs
More amazing still, I recognize that my heart beat song
Plays as intricately as heaven’s symphony
Such intimacy and majesty astonishes me and
I fall to my knees and lift up my voice
But in the midst of my worship the canvas shifts
Violet and blue now tinges the blackness
Soon a blood orange light
Slowly rises in the east
Feeling the warmth of the sun brush my shoulder
I close my outstretched mouth and watch
My artist is in the midst of a new creation
Realizing all life as art in His mystery
I sit in the night’s wane, it’s 5 AM
No headlights blind, no street rhythms sound
A half moon haloed illuminates the heavens
I gaze into the naked universe
Awestruck by the beauty, I marvel at such work\
Each manicured cloud, each sculpted star
He saw fit to place in the firmament
Testifies of his splendor, His mystery
He does not hide his work behind a curtain
No, his creation is on view for all
Each sun and heavenly body dances on his canvas
All art is Life in his gallery
Oh what mystery that this maker of light and song
Fashioned me with the same care as the stars
Sculpted the curve of my wrist and the lines of my palm
Shaped the new heart that sings in my ribs
More amazing still, I recognize that my heart beat song
Plays as intricately as heaven’s symphony
Such intimacy and majesty astonishes me and
I fall to my knees and lift up my voice
But in the midst of my worship the canvas shifts
Violet and blue now tinges the blackness
Soon a blood orange light
Slowly rises in the east
Feeling the warmth of the sun brush my shoulder
I close my outstretched mouth and watch
My artist is in the midst of a new creation
Realizing all life as art in His mystery
