His creation

I've been stuck in bed to long so i wrote this trying to imagine what life out side is like right now.

Looking up into the blue sky i see wonder,

Birds fly freely, slicing the clouds and singing merely.

The canyons and mountains touch the endless array of life.

In the caverns the clouds serf the backs of the eagles.

I wonder many a time what makes such beauty?

But then i look into the glassy sea and stare into the coral rife and know.

The same person who created the magic of the butterfly,

The wind that flows through my hair as i stand at the cliff of an ocean.

The one who made the stars shine like little pin wholes into the veil that hides heaven from our mortal eyes.

This same person is the one that makes the waterfall crash against the rocks,

The nations fall into place together,

The streams provide life to all who drink.

Giving rest to all who seek His name.

This person walked among His creation.

What He saw was heart renching.

His beautiful masterpeace had fallen away from His love, 

everything, and everyone wanted to do their own thing.

Because He wanted to spend time in his glorious universe He created He new he had to take the fall for what his creation did. 

On the very wood he created he offered up his life to save the dirty lost creatures great and small.

He allowed the ones whom he breathed life into to bring him glory.

Despite how awful His creation has become they still are allowed to live in peace and protection under the shadow of his wings.

When life gets to hard,

Frightening sicknesses take over our bodies,

Our hearts feel broken beyond all repair,

And nothing is ever the same again.

In times like these He shows up and shows off the same power and unending love for His creation.

Not always taking the bad away, but often taking the bad and molding it into something spectacular for the world to gaze upon and know He is at work there.