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He dips His brush in His ink
As the painting begins
Strokes of an arts Maestro
Is seen in the heavens above

Different colours converge
In the heavenly vista
Drawn from an unending pallete,
An everlasting paint set

Sometimes we see a visage
Other times, a mirage
But the Master is just having fun
Painting day and night

The paint of the Master lulls us –
At night; at dawn, wakes us
Calling on all creation to behold
And all mankind to have hope

His canvas is unlimited
And His space, unrestricted
So He’ll keep on painting
Till He comes down in glory.

(c) Chukwudi I.