Heavenly Art

I would like to say the following before I start,

All these lines and rhymes are from the heart,

And if Christ is in my heart, how can these words be false?

They can’t be; they are real and true and sincere, now pause,

Take a breather, sit back and relax; open your ears,

Prepare to read a lovely poem I hope everyone hears,

And now, with no further hesitation, I present this poem to you,

Not seeking any compensation; only to make you smile as beautifully as you do.

 

In all of man’s history, we have seen works of art,

We hear art, like a piano being played by Mozart,

We see art, such as the paintings of Picasso,

We touch art, the sculptures of Michelangelo,

We can even read art, the writings of Shakespeare,

But there is an artist, who is above all the ones mentioned here.

 

That artist is the Great I AM, and I am privileged to be able to see,

His artistic ability, that has the great capacity, to astonish many,

And anybody who will just take the time to look at His marvelous creation,

Whether it’s to watch the sunrise or sunset, or the natural beauties in any nation,

There will be no doubt that the beauty the Lord our God creates,

Cannot be matched by any person; God’s creation elevates,

God’s creation inspires, God’s creation is sublime, and God’s creation is divine,

And like every artist, He also has a masterpiece He speaks of all the time.

 

This masterpiece He created is not a painting, nor a sculpture, nor a song,

Instead, it is a girl He created, and she is amazing; of that I am not wrong,

And you can’t deny, that she is perfectly beautiful; she’s fun, easy to get along,

She has a beautiful heart and great personality; when it comes to her faith, she is strong!

With her, He took art to a whole new level; she is not a song, but her voice, her voice is heavenly,

She is not a sculpture, but her life is a sculpture, molded to be a perfect example of how one should be,

 

And though she is not a painting, in Heaven there is a painting of her in our Lord’s museum,

She is the main attraction, she is the most admired artwork; the angels, when you see them,

They simply look at her painting, then look at each other, and ask,

“Why are none of as beautiful as her, my God?” He speaks, they bask,

And, like always, He answers and says, “Because she is my masterpiece.”

That’s probably why when she smiles, I feel hopeful and at peace.

 

And just like that, this poem reaches its end,

Dedicated to you, a blessing and my best friend.