GOD'S GREATEST CREATION I watched a painter deftly dip his brush I And place a color here, another there; And as I watched, before my eyes | A sunset full of wondrous beauty rare there grew. He'd captured all the col'ring of the sky; ! The pinks, the gold, the salmon tints and blues. i And there on canvas for all men to see A man had placed a sunset's match less hues. I watched a poet as he took just words! Just common little words of ev'ry day And wove those words around a com mon thought In such a metered, rythmic, patterned way, That when at last he'd finished with his work, The finished manuscript I took and read. I found not just a thought and com mon words, I found a poem on the page instead. I watched a potter as he plied his trade, An ugly, unresponsive chunk of clay Was what he held within his hands. I watched. With skill those hands would move in such a way That there before my eyes a vessel grew, Until at last 'twas finished. I could see No longer just a lump of clay, A work of art he placed in front of me. I watched God take a man, a sinful man, A man with heart and life made black with sin. I watched Him change that heart and make it clean. And give that man a peace and joy within.
No work of man, however great and fine Can e'en compare with what our God can do, For He is Painter, Potter, Poet, ALL! When through His Son He makes a life anew! SALVATION IS FREE! Are you lost, my friend; do you wan der alone? Are you sick and discouraged with this world as your home? Is your heart sad and weary; do you feel there's no friend That would stand by and help you and be true to the end? Have you found the world empty, and futile its goal? Do you stand alone friendless, with no joy in your soul? Ah, friend, there's a fountain sup plied by His grace, That will wash away burdens and bring peace in their place! There's a Saviour who's waiting His glory to share; He paid the full price; all your sins He did bear. Won't you come, friend, right now; won't you answer His plea? It's the gift of redemption; yes, sal vation is free! REDEEM THE TIME The chain of time is running fast And soon will be forever past, Each moment like the link of gold Which we may touch but cannot hold. To everyone is given to choose How he this precious gift shall use; Oh, soberly, then let us think Lest we should waste one golden link. May every moment in its flight With lovely thoughts and deeds be bright For those swift times shall pass away, What's done for Christ shall stand for aye.
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