A Poem--The Artist's Touch

I remembered this poem I wrote about a year ago and I thought I'd share it with you.

The Artist's Touch

By

Hannah Williams

Though earthly things are beautiful,

There is beauty greater still.

Though the world is full of glamour,

It never can quite fill.

Have you seen the Artist work?

Have you seen His fingers touch?

The world is slowly fading;

The paint is turning grey.

As the canvas frays around us,

All we can do is pray.

All it takes is a beginning,

To see the world remade.

The picture will be repainted,

With a paint that does not fade.

The day is soon in coming

When the picture will be new.

The fields will be greener;

The sky a perfect blue.

Have you seen the Artist work?

Have you seen His fingers touch?

His brushes are his fingers;

They brush and hold and spin.

He cleanses with His blood

The filthy stains of men.

The picture will be repainted

With a paint that does not fade.

The day is soon in coming

When the picture will be remade.

~

-Photo courtesy of my brother