and miles away, the mountains dipped in snow,
Are but a brush stroke on an easel of God.
The ancient river and valleys languish
Before the once smoke-filled lava domes.
And man runs through the wilderness
He thinks has been
conquered and tamed.
he is a lost soul trying to hide
nakedness of sin so openly exposed.
And God who brushed in the mountains also purposed man's place.
It cannot be
changed, It cannot be different,
But it can be yielding and accepted.
Then from Godís own plan, transformed.
See your nakedness!
Yield to God, accept His way for mankind,
Through God, our Heavenly Father
His Son, Jesus Christ
The guide of the Holy Spirit
The turmoil is settled. The scene is calm. Man is with the Creator.
And a new easel is brought before God
Be Transformed by