This is what the Lord, your Redeemer who formed you from the womb says: I am Yahweh, who made everything; who stretched out the heavens by Myself; who alone spread out the earth. Isaiah 44:24
My words…
Praise
You never refer to Yourself as an artist, but You are. You formed me three dimension-ally, so the way I fill space is art. I am not stationary, so the way I move is art. You created light so there would be shadows and shading – chiaroscuro. Is that the reason we love sunrises and sunsets? All around me I see lines, shapes, and patterns. The fractal fern leaf, lightning bolt, snowflake – each one an original work of art, naturally pleasing to the human eye. Then my favorite part – color. How many colors are there? Only You know. Your artwork wears them well, from the bold blue dart frog to the subtle polar bear. Your creations flow from a love without limits and Your designs from a boundless intellect. Like the snowflake, I am Your work of art. I am an original with a seal, a provenance, to prove it.
