Heaven's Brushstrokes
by Austin Ballard
What beautiful brushes have you, Lord,
That paint across the azure skies.
With strokes of white across your board
Ignited pink with each sunrise.
And after rain from tempest cries,
Rainbow tears and golden sun
Adorn the heavens and wet mine eyes,
And leave the works of men outdone.
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