Palette

You’ve made every color
Known to the eye.
Made earth, the sea,
The midnight sky.

Painters Palette with Colors on it

There’s not a thing
That’s passed Your hands,
Oh, King of Kings,
Almighty Lamb.

I have no doubt,
Yet, many deny
The very one
Who gave them life.

They do not
Comprehend
You as beginning
And the end.

Oh, Father,
hear my cry!

Reveal to them
Before they die,
That Christ is hope
And love on high;

That Jesus is
Your gift to them,
If they’d just believe
And befriend,

There would be
A real tomorrow,
Without pain,
Without sorrow.

I praise you, Lord,
I say, Amen!
(Now ends this prayer
by poet penned.)

© Kari L. Greenaway

(Praise / Prayer Christian Poetry / Christian Poems)

This poem can be found in the book, “There is a God: A Collection of Christian Poetry”

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