the heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
night after night they reveal knowledge.
they have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
no sound is heard from them.
yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
their words to the ends of the world.
in the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
it is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
it rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
psalm 19: 1-6
i love the sky. love, love, love.
i snapped this picture with my cell phone. i love that you can see the sun, the moon & the 2 birds.
amazing.
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