Painters Masterpiece

Nighttime falls upon his room,

the sun hides his face.

Once again he returns to slumber,

as if he were a painters masterpiece.


Forgotten are all the days wrongdoings,

you could almost see the halo over his head.

While protectors from the Lord surround where he lies,

with a whisper they bring pleasant dreams to his mind.

Keeping a watchful eye over his soul,

until night turns to morning light.


(C)1997 Jeff Bray