“Don’t you like the window that we just installed?”
He asked when he saw that she wasn’t enthralled
“But Gramma the level was perfect” he said
But she was certain still shaking her head

“It’s the eye of the artist,” she replied with a grin
So he went to the window to check it again
Then sure as the sun sets each day in the West
His level confirmed it was low on the left

Now, twenty years later I recall with a smile
That the work that we did was still off by a mile
We just didn’t notice the sag of the sash
But the eye of the artist saw all in a flash

And the Artist of Heaven, left His throne room above
To come to my window and fix it with love
For the eye of the artist sees beyond who I am
Then He lifts me up by the blood of the Lamb

For the Son of man came to seek and save the lost. Luke 19:10 NLT

The Eye of the Artist
By Peter Caligiuri
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