The mist smears the view
Smudges hide the day
What to make of it
Will the color be hid by grey
I left the view just a moment
Returned to find skies ablaze
Color ignited by the sun
Splashing over the mountain maze
Once again I am reminded
Each day is a gift from God
Each breath I take a blessing
I stand arrested; I applaud
There is no one like our God
No one can paint the sky
No one can order my steps
No replacement; No standby
There is only one true God
Above Him there is no other
No one can do the things He does
So I shall not seek another
To fill my emptiness
Or be my very best friend
For when all is said and done
With Christ I will forever ascend
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