Heaven declares glory of God,
The sky displays what His hands made;
So we must then honor and laud,
While never being dismayed.
One day tells as our night shares,
Knowledge without being heard;
The Lord does know from our prayers,
Our thought of every word.
Yet, where their sound has come and gone,
Throughout of the entire earth;
The message travels before dawn,
When the sun shines for all its worth.
For it comes out of its chamber,
Like a bridegroom and champion;
Heating with its glowing ember,
Sprinting like an Olympian.
It rises up from in the east,
Circling over to the west;
Acting like a fiery beast,
Till it finally lays to rest.
The Word of the Lord is perfect,
For they are renewing the soul;
Dependable not to neglect,
For reaching a heavenly goal.
It makes gullible people wise,
As they will make your heart rejoice;
Insight to open up your eyes,
Radiance that shines from your voice.
For the fear of the Lord is pure,
As it will endure forever;
Your trials from labor it will cure,
As its trueness will not sever.
They are more desired than gold,
Sweeter than candy or honey;
Straightforward in being bold,
Worth more than all of the money.
Who can notice all the mistakes?
Forgive all of your hidden faults;
Help you to control as sin aches,
Shielding from satanic assaults.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer