To Serve the Lord with Art

One night I strolled across a field,
And saw a blazing star descend.
The heat and light drew close enough
To singe the grass and sear the dark.

“I had no part in making this.
“I did no more than walk tonight.
“And yet by closeness to the star:
“The darkness in me burns and flees.”

Creating art is much the same:
For every inspiration, skill
And talent finds its source in He
Who gives me breath and eyes to see.

And making art demands that I
Live life as He who gave me these
Prescribes, demands and lived Himself.
And so the act refines my heart.