Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Terracotta Sunlight

Psalm 19:1-3

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.

When noonday sunlight hits the terracotta
and the scent of fresh cut grass is in the air,
mingled with the perfume of the flowers
as insects buzz around without a care.

My heart is oh so full of adoration.
for the one who spoke the Word,
“Let there be Light.”
He clothed the universe in all its spleandor,
a reflection of His Glory and His might.

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