The Master Artisan

 

“The heavens declare the glory of God;

the skies display His craftsmanship.”

These words come to mind, and my heart can only echo them.

Is that a horse I see across the clouds or so my eyes believe,

and I stand in quiet wonder at the artistry above me. 

The mind behind these masterpieces

must be the mind of a master artisan.

And it is not only the heavens that bear His signature.

The flowers of the fields bloom in various colours, 

their sweet-scented beauty drawing insects each uniquely crafted.

The birds that fly through the sky,

humming their soft, melodious tunes,

testify to their Creator’s brilliance—

their songs soothing with their feathers woven with grace. 

Each tree in the forest rises in its own stature,

each trunk and branch telling a different story.

And the stars—the jewels of the night—

sparkle across the dark canvas

as the sun paints the world with light by day.

It is a mystery how the day yields to night

and how the sun bows for the moon

in a rhythm older than time. 

But the most astonishing creation of all… is myself.

How was I made in the image and likeness of my Maker,

yet crafted so differently from every other soul?

How was I formed so beautifully, so intentionally,

woven with care in my mother’s womb

to fit the very imagination of my Creator? Who is this Artist

whose handiwork leaves me breathless?

Not only did He fashion all things on earth,

He established for Himself a dwelling in the heavens—

a home unreachable by the longest ladder

or the tallest skyscraper.

What kind of school could teach such mastery?

What gene mutation could ever grant such divine abilities. 

He must indeed be the Greater One,

the Mighty One—

the God of heaven and earth.

And though these words fall short

of expressing His majesty,

they offer a glimpse of the One true Artist,

the Lord and God of all creation.