What power the intellect of man who touches not his God?
Can man create a single seed to burst forth from the sod?
Yet he believes the artistry which he creates by hand,
Transforms this world of beauty in a form he’ll understand.
No beauty greater have I seen than dogwood flower within,
The forest new with greenish hue the dogwood blooms begin,
White misty clouds the dogwood flowers within the springtime wood,
I wish I had the Master’s gift; I’d brush that if I could.
And on the highway as I go this canvas so serene,
A hundred miles I view the greatest art I’ve ever seen,
I truly value all the art which man himself has made,
Yet it may only mimic the Creator’s sovereign grade.
I thank you, thank you my dear God for everything you’ve done,
True blessings you’ve bestowed to us; you’ve given us your Son,
So as I watch as every bud and flower is unfurled,
I know it’s You and only You who made our lovely world.
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 17, 2011
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