The
wide night sky is blanketed in stars,
And
in its midst the moon is full and bright;
Cicadas
play a concert from afar
The
summer air is thick, the grass is warm
As
I lie here to rest my weary bones,
And
all of God's creations in their forms
Proclaim
with one accord His name be known.
I
gaze upon His wondrous work and sigh
And
feel so very small here on the ground,
But
then a comet streaks across the sky
And
fills my heart with love without a sound.
The heavens shout the majesty of God;
His handiwork so vast it leaves me
awed.
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The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Psalm 19:1 ESV
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