The Master Painter

The Trucker is in North Dakota this morning.  His thermometer registers the negative single digits.  The reefer unit is running hard to keep apples and pears from freezing.

He sent me this:

February Sunrise in North Dakota 

The music and lyrics from Jennifer Randolph come to mind:

Maker Of The Heavens

Maker of the heavens, painter of the sky

Your greatest work reserved, for such as I

The angels long to sing about, the gift You gave to me

The love of God so unrestrained and free

CHORUS:

You, Oh Lord, are the fragrance of my praise

The finest words could never bare my heart

You, Oh Lord, are the essence of my praise

I treasure You for who You are

VERSE 2:

Maker of the heavens, painter of the sky

The day will come, when I will see Your face

I’ve loved You since, I’ve known You

And I have grown to love You more

Each day, my heart sails further from the shore