Poetry

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Heaven declares glory to God,
The sky above proclaims His deeds;
His handiwork we fete to laud,
The perfection that He exceeds.

Day after day pours out speech,
And night-to-night He reveals wisdom;
He shows knowledge that we beseech,
Of the beauty of His Kingdom.

There are no words that are not heard,
But His voice goes out through the earth;
To the ends of the earth are hurled,
Words that are of a priceless worth.

He has set a tent for the sun,
Another one set for the moon;
The sun comes till the day is done,
As the moon plays till morning tune.

Like the bridegroom leaves His chamber,
The strong man is running His course;
Well rested after His slumber,
He saddles and rides His white horse.

He rides from the end of Heaven,
Its tour to the ends of the earth;
Nothing hidden what is given,
From its heat causing a rebirth.

Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer

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