Lord's Painting

The painting of my Lord,
Is where I linger now.
The way he made its beauty,
This I do not know how.

The sun setting with its luster and multi-colored rays,
He drew it with his fingertips.
The moon shining through the night
He gave a kiss with his lips.

The deer running with a silenced hush,
The fish roaming the vast of the sea,
It gives me a warm, comforting feeling,
And it captures all of me.

As much as I want to remain here,
I know that there is much more,
In the radiance of Heaven,
Where I can be with the Artist, my Lord.