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God Takes Up His Paintbrush (Poem)

Updated on November 14, 2009
Ohio Fall Reflections - Hinckley Lake.  Christine B. (c) 2009
Ohio Fall Reflections - Hinckley Lake. Christine B. (c) 2009

God Takes Up His Paintbrush

In the spring when the air is clean

God takes up his paintbrush

And fills it with colors green

As He uses the Earth as his canvas.


His brush dips into pastel hues

Dabbing blooms on empty bough.

With artist hand He gives us clues

That life faithfully revives somehow.


God splatters colors all around

When summer dances in

As all His wildflowers do abound

And His love warms the air again.


In the fall God does his best

And splashes brilliant hues

On every tree before it rests

When shades of brown once more are used.


In the winter when the air is cold

And all are sleeping low,

He hurls the snow for landscapes bold,

And presents us one last show.

Christine B. © 2009

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