God's Crayons by Georgie M. Kusak

God's Crayons
A young man almost three,
Sat upon his mothers knee,
With crayons in his hand,
His masterpiece he planned.

Brilliant crayons he did love,
And never grew tired of,
Colors so amazingly bright,
Like a glowing prism light!

The evening sunset phasing,
Like a red-hot flame blazing,
Radiant colors so enhanced,
His eager little eyes danced.

With excitement so delirious,
In a soft voice so serious,
Said mother-mother look,
Her hand in his, he took.

Never dropping his gaze,
Like a mesmerizing daze,
Staring at the splendid hue,

God-has crayons too.

by Georgie M. Kusak

One winter evening, as night began to fall, God took out his crayons and began to draw.
Isn't HE Amazing!

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Sometimes we are so busy with everyday life that we forget to appreciate the beauty that God has placed before us. Scenic Sundays are about stopping and smelling the roses. And while you're smelling those roses, take a picture so that others can share in your appreciation for the beauty of His creation. So pretty please come join us for Scenic Sundays. Maybe we'll see things in a different light.

(You're welcomed to join in any day.)
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