With a palette of hues this world's never known,
This painter created His works from a throne.
With etches of silver and brushes of gold,
He fashioned His subjects with beauty untold.

Each face He adorned with a glistening light.
The eyes He made gleam with a Heavenly sight.
He gave life to each smile, and added a goal,
Then He dabbed in a heart and stroked on a soul.

He painted a world so that we could all see,
The background of love that He wants it to be.
The colors He chose for the canvas of man,
Were painted by Him, by His glorious hand.

We cannot deny them, nor say they're not right,
To do so would mean we have lost His pure Light.
The hues that He used were purposely painted,
To be not abused, nor hatefully tainted.

Lightest to darkest, His colors are sacred,
Not meant for mockery, bloodshed, or hatred.
He gave us these colors to open our eyes,
To the best masterpiece that One could devise.

The flowers with many a beautiful tint,
Should tell of His wishes and give us a hint.
He gave without laud, so why did He bother?
This Artist, Painter, our Heavenly Father.

If we can but open our hearts and our minds,
To the image He painted for all of mankind.
Our eyes will see neither color nor shade,
But rather the beautiful souls that He made.

This world is united by sea and by sand,
But never so much when we meet hand in hand.
The Heavens remind us of what He had planned,
As, under the rainbow, together we stand.

Whenever we doubt we must look up above.
That rainbow, you see, was His palette of love.
While painting our conscience, He gave us a nod,
to love one another....... as we would love God.

Carole Bevan-Irby