The Creator Paints

Freedom soars upon the breeze,

Carries no pride or hate.

It abides the instinct of nature,

Frets not it's eternal fate.

A pallet of infinite color,

Spun with refracted light;

Bleeds hope upon creation,

To heaven's everlasting delight.

The mighty colossus stands guard.

Or' Eden's tranquil scene;

Reminding all that enter,

'Tis grace that holds serene.

All are invited to drink,

The grandeur displayed within.

A sullen heart will be restored;

Look! The Father shall be found herein!