Glory Of God

The heaven's declare the glory of God

The heaven's declare the glory of God;  and the firmament sheweth his handiwork

Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.

I stand in awe of God's wonderful works. Surely the heavens declare the glory of God. Every day we can look up and see his glory. When we behold the heavens and earth, we must surely admit there is a Divinity, who directs all by his power. I acclaim you who lights up the stars and moon at evening time. In their loveliness I may forget the great purpose they serve.

The glittering stars
By the deep ear of meditation heard.
Still in their midnight watches sing of him,
He nods a calm, The tempest blows his wrath;
The thunder is his voice; and the red flash
His speedy sword of justice. At his touch.
The mountains flame. He shakes the solid earth,
And rocks the nations. Nor in these alone--
In every common instance God is seen.
-James Thomson.

The heavens declare  your glory The firmament is but a very small part of your marvelous greatness. Lord. You rule the the oceans when the winds make them angry.  You make the waves subside. You are power and might and all wisdom.

Parent of good,
Almighty!  Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair. Thyself how wondrous, then
Unspeakable, who sits above these heavens
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
-John Milton

  The heavens are telling the glory of God
The firmament displaying the works of his hands;
Day unto day wells forth speech.
Night unto night breaths out knowledge.

How beautiful this dome of sky,
And the beast hills in fluctuation fixed
At thy command, how awful! Shall the soul,
Human and rational,, report of thee
Even less than these. Be mute who will, who can,
Yet I will praise thee with impassioned voice.
My lips, that may forget thee in the crowd,
 Cannot forget thee here, where thou hast built
For thine own glory, in the wilderness!
-William Wordsworth, 1770_ 1850.

Lord you are the King of Kings and Light forever. My heart overflows with love for you. I lift my voice in praise to You for Your way is perfect Lord.