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.
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When noonday sunlight hits the terracottaand 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.
