This was what the sky in North Cotes looked like this morning:
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
(Psalm 19:1-6)
1 comment:
Ey Michael,
Que bueno que puedas disfrutar la gloria de Dios de está manera. Cuando su creación alaba, nuestra voz calla, pero el alma se une a la alabanza ....
Que Dios sigue entrenandote en sus caminos
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