Dave Hop The heavens declare your glory, oh Lord,
The skies are your signature,
And the clouds are your rolling credits,
Filling the horizon with whispers of your splendour.
You set the days in motion, set the world spinning,
With the gentle touch of your fingers.
The dawn is robed in your majesty and light,
The new colours of each morning spill across our lives.
Then the heavens hold their breath,
As the cool of evening cloaks the day,
And the dusk ushers in the night.
And though the darkness falls around us,
To you it is always light, there is no darkness at all.
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