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The Heavens are Telling

by Amy Parkerlast week

I remember sitting in a museum planetarium several years ago, hearing about the stars and planets, ever unfolding about me. The more I heard, the more my jaw dropped at the greatness of God in worship – the infinite expanse, the glorious wisdom, order and smallness of little earth. Yet,  I was angered by the end that there was NO mention of the One who made it. Time to make it known.

"The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands."
Psalm 19: 1 

The Heavens are Telling
by Amy Parker (Listen on Spotify)

Your power is far greater than the naked eye can see, 
And probing ever deeper would reveal eternity,
Ever far beyond our reach, new worlds are displayed. 
Their glory and their beauty so reflect their Maker’s praise.  

The heavens are telling of the glory of God;
And the skies proclaim His handiwork.   
The heavens are telling of the glory of God;
Let the earth declare His praise!!

The tide of crashing thunder tears upon the soul with dread
As lightning rips across the sky and severs East and West. 
Who could know Your awesome depth or measure breadth or length?
These dare, but just begin declare Your universe of strength. 

“The voice of the LORD is over the waters; 
The God of glory thunders…
The voice of the LORD is powerful;
The voice of the LORD is majestic…
The voice of the LORD strikes with flashes of lightning.
The voice of the LORD shakes the desert;
And in His temple all cry, “Glory!”

Glory, glory, glory, glory, glory!

Credit to Robert B. Slobins for image. 

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