“The heavens declare the glory of the Lord,
and the firmament His handiwork….”
I walk through the wheat, sun-kissed and golden,
I hear the lonely cry of the black cockatoos
I feel the warm breeze sighing through the salmon gums.
This is the country I love.
But once the sun sets, the wheat pales
The breeze stills and the earth beneath my feet
Holds it’s breath.
As the sun’s glory fades, the heavens shine
In the silence, vast and silky.
From East to West, the Universe sings
Praise to our God.
The heavenly chorus echos through time,
Each star, each galaxy in joyful abandon,
From North to South, its harmony weaves,
Crescendos through the silent night.
And I stand in awe.