I snuck up on my Father, He
was carrying a box.
He's ever so amazing, all
my wonder, He unlocks!
In a place so vacant, He
set down what He possessed,
I knew the heart and soul of me
were soon to be so blessed.
From the box, He pulled a brush,
a brush so very new;
He opened up a can containing
every single hue!
He breathed into the air and it
became an open land,
and put a little paint upon
the palette in His hand.
He sketched a "happy, little tree,"
beneath the blue above,
it came to life as it received
His words of living love!
He looked in each direction with
a wink and then a nod,
bidding life upon the wing
approach and sing Him laud!
Instinctively, the little tree
extended every limb
in grateful praise and adoration
only unto Him!
As if He weren't surprised at all,
He turned to me and said
"Come unto me, you favored one,
there's much, as yet, unread!"
And in the Presence of the Master
in the dawn pristine,
He treated me unto a moment
far beyond 'routine.'
The same and separate way He does
whenever I resign
to the bidding of the One
that says to me "You're Mine."
In making a living today,
let's not forget to live and behold life!
In HIS Service,
Jim Busby
