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Beautiful painting also done by
Joe Pielmeier Sr.
I watched the MASTER
PAINTER,
As I looked out toward the West.
HIS blends of hues and colors,
Are the things that I like best.
I've painted since I was a lad,
I've tried with all my might.
To match the colors that I see,
Within the fading light.
But man can never learn HIS touch,
Though many of us tried.
I guess the only way to learn,
Is when we're by HIS side.
The sunsets that HE paints each night,
Just take my breath away.
I marvel at HIS artistry,
And thank HIM for the day.
I look down at my pallet;
The colors all are there.
But then I touch my canvas,
And they vanish in the air.
I know what talent I may have,
Is a gift HE'S given me.
To spread HIS word across the land,
For everyone to see.
I'll never paint a masterpiece,
That bothers me, not much.
For when I take my brush in hand,
I feel HIS gentle touch.
HE guides my hand across the scene,
I often question why,
That bird is flying over there,
By that cloud up in the sky.
But then when I am finished,
And I look at what I've done.
I look once more out to the West,
Toward the fading, setting sun.
I pray, "Dear LORD, I tried my best;"
"I hope that I prevail."
"YOU promised that YOU'D make the wind,
If I put up my sail."
So as the evening shadows fall,
And daytime turns to night.
I thank GOD for this gift of art,
And then turn off the light.
©
4/12/2002 Joe Pielmeier Sr.
Used with Permission
Joe left us on 12/05/02
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