The heavens show, prove Gods glory,
No! The heavens declare it!
The heavens bring it all about!
The heavens rage about it!
The heavens shout majestic flares
Incomparable, hard to contain
Flares of passion flowered throughout!
Now show me how it is maintained?
God declares, produces, maintains!
Of course, I cannot explain how!
This small planet centered within
There is no center, I bow.
I worship, adore, yes I humbly bow,
Just gaze at the sky, you too?
Now compare it to anything pure,
The majestic depths, the blue!
How at night so full of bright stars,
At daylight we cannot see
Countless more on that sunny side,
Just within our galaxy!
Surely tears must flow at the thought!
Surely the greatness of God!
Magnified beyond finite thought!
Cannot help bowing in awe!
Then bow but do! Declare his might!
Shout it to that blue above!
Got to be mystified by it all! (*)
Declare it! Shout it in love!
(*) Mystified, at least!
Sam Cox, I think, 6.7.05