Today as I was riding home from work I looked up and saw beautiful orange, and yellow colors radiating across the sky. Big puffy white clouds were moving slowly as though they were taking their time to reach an unknown destination.
I was never really much for sunrises and more for sunsets but now that I work nights I get to appreciate the breaking of dawn with glistening dew on the ground and the sun peaking up over the horizion as it comes into full view to start a new day. It is as if God is looking right down from Heaven saying "Good Morning, this is for you, I hope you have a wonderful day!" Who wouldn't have a wonderful day with a start like that?
There are no colors in a childs crayon box that can match the colors God uses to paint the sky.
There are no colors on an artists palette that can match the colors God uses to paint the sky.
He alone has the perfect lighting, shade, texture, and finish. For He has the touch of the Masters hand.
I was never really much for sunrises and more for sunsets but now that I work nights I get to appreciate the breaking of dawn with glistening dew on the ground and the sun peaking up over the horizion as it comes into full view to start a new day. It is as if God is looking right down from Heaven saying "Good Morning, this is for you, I hope you have a wonderful day!" Who wouldn't have a wonderful day with a start like that?
There are no colors in a childs crayon box that can match the colors God uses to paint the sky.
There are no colors on an artists palette that can match the colors God uses to paint the sky.
He alone has the perfect lighting, shade, texture, and finish. For He has the touch of the Masters hand.
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