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The heavens declare, The glory of God; Through worship and prayer, In honor and laud. As the sky displays, What His hands have made; Creation will praise, Being overlaid. We tell a story, One day to the next; About the glory, That seems so perplexed. One night shares knowledge, Into the next day; Given the courage, To trust and obey. Without any word, And no sound of talk; No voices are heard, As they go and walk. But there is no doubt, Their message was heard; As the sound went out, Throughout of the Word. He sets up a tent, Above for the sun; Till the groom is sent, When it is all done. It comes up one side, Goes down the other; You just cannot hide, Heat from your Brother. Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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