If I could paint the sky…

If I could paint the sky,
If I made it rain so plants grow,
If I commanded seasons changed,
If the winds obeyed my voice?

Nothing in those ifs of mine
could match the beauty of this.
Nothing I imagine can be mine
without infringing on this.

For he is and was and will be.
He spoke mater into being,
He started the ticking of time,
and said “let there be light.”

He spoke those magic words,
Words of praise for all we see,
Words of right made wrong,
Words of hope to all who seek.

Words painted the sky tonight,
Words of time dying to night,
Words of love’s unending light!
His is the song of rising might!

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