The wide night sky is blanketed in stars,
And in its midst the moon is full and bright;
Cicadas play a concert from afar
While fireflies much closer flash their lights.
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.
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Psalm 19:1 ESV