A Kansas Song

Walking the dogs last night made me nostalgic as we came across a field of sunflowers. I am going to miss my home state. And then I took my dog’s pictures in the sunflowers like I used to take my children’s pictures in the bluebonnets back in Texas. They were good sports!

The beautiful evening reminded me of the poem I wrote a few years ago, celebrating the humble beauty that is Kansas.

A Kansas Song

Hues of purple, orange, and fire

Alight the western sky.

Every stroke of Artist brush

Boasts boldly His creative eye.

 

Prairie grasses wild and free

Bow down their slender frame,

As rushing winds assert their praise

And birds wing back refrain.

 

Boughs of treetops high and low

Wave in revelry;

Each petaled flower from lowly ground

Lifts high its praise to Thee.

 

Dull and gray the clouds give way

Breaking through the patterned lace

The glorious sunshine of His love,

Rejoicing glory from His face.

 

And we His people, frail as dust

Reflect our joy to be

Crafted within the Master’s hand,

Created for glory of Thee.

I pray that His Son-shine alights the beauty of His blessings all around you this evening! Our God is such a creative artist. Have a wonderful day!