Heaven declares the glory,
The sky proclaims of His hands;
With an appreciatory,
To laud and honor commands.
Day after day pour out speech,
Night after night convey;
Of the knowledge we beseech,
While we trust and obey.
There is no speech or no word,
Their message so soon gone out;
But their voice not being heard,
Throughout the world without doubt.
Heaven has pitched a tent,
For the Son who is the groom;
We rejoice feeling content,
In a world with so much gloom.
The sun rises in the east,
Circles to the other end;
As the Son prepares the feast,
For the righteous to attend.
Law of the Lord is perfect,
Renewing a faithful life;
Making wise not to neglect,
By allowing of such strife.
For the precepts of the Lord,
Are right, making a glad heart;
So, remain in one accord,
And be able to impart.
His command is radiant,
Making the eyes to brighten;
So, remain obedient,
For insight to enlighten.
The fear of the Lord is pure,
By enduring forever;
His judgments reliable,
Righteously, not to sever.
More desirable than gold,
And much sweeter than honey;
For the value it does hold,
Worth more than all the money.
May the words I have spoken,
Meditation of my heart;
That will never be broken,
Make you spiritually smart.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
