Gods Masterpiece


Tiny fingers, tiny toes,

Tiny mouth

Puckered like a rose.

Baby skin in every crease

The beginning of God’s masterpiece.


Splashes of color


Added to the years of life.

Brush strokes of joy

Paint drops of strife.

Hues of every memory

Blended into God’s masterpiece.


Aged, wrinkled skin.

The years have passed by.

Soft graying hair,

Creases around tired eyes.

Golden tints added gracefully

To finish God’s masterpiece.



Colors blended, the paint has dried,

A portrait of beauty

A kaleidoscope of life.

The artist’s brush is finally stilled.

God’s masterpiece has been fulfilled.







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