The Maestro

Ephesians 2:8-12
For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:Not of works, lest any man should boast.For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

The Maestro

Trees in shy slender beauty,
Their branches like lovers entwine.
Their grace – no artist can capture
Except for one moment in time.
Or the colours in the stretch of the rainbow
Or the subtle shades of the light
No brush in the hand can master
Though he try with all his might.

The sweet perfume of the primrose
Or the jasmine in glorious bloom
Or the breath of spring in the willow
None can recreate nature’s perfume
Or the dew on the grass in the dawning
Or the musk of a cathedral of trees
There is not a single perfumer
Could bottle a perfume like these.

Nightingales sing praise in the morning
Or the jay as it bursts into song
No man can capture the music
Of nature’s sweet joyous throng.
The whisper of wind in the rushes
Or the crash of the oceans roar
There’s not a single composer
Could write any better a score.

The crisp freshly plucked apple
Or a triplet of cherries, so sweet
Man never has made such a menu
With better a dish on to eat
Or the juice as it bursts from the orange
Or the sunbaked fruit of the date
There’s no Cordon-Bleu chef in Paris
Could offer more tempting a plate.

The touch of a newborn babe’s fingers
As it suckles to it’s mothers breast
No man could make such a fabric
Softer than that sweet caress
Or the wakening spray of the raindrops
Or the wind as it breathes through your hair
There is no cloth that is man made
Even comes close to compare.

But who is this wonderful artist?
Who could create such a beautiful thing?
Musician, perfumer, couturier, chef?
Who else?
But Lord Jesus – Our King!!