The Heavens Are Speaking Aloud (Psalm 19)

The heavens are speaking aloud –
The wind, and the sky, and the cloud –
They’re shouting abroad the glory of God,
Proclaiming the works of His hands.

The languages of every land,
Have heard what creation demands;
Day utters words, and night yet concurs,
They shout in a patchwork of praise.

Each telling mankind of God’s ways:
His Majesty, beauty, and grace.
The galaxies hung, or wild-flowers sprung,
Or pitiful newborn’s first cry.

Oh, help me to never despise,
That voice when I hear it arise,
But let it renew my wonder of You,
And make me to join in its shout!

Worship! (Psalm 33:1-8)

Sing out, all you Jehovah’s saints,
You righteous in His blood,
Let praises be your normal state,
And fit you as a glove.

Play skillfully upon the harp,
Your worship deftly made,
And glorify Him with your art,
God smiles when we play.

Sing to the Lord, a song that’s new,
And ancient praises clasped,
Perfection of each song pursue,
With gusto – trumpet blasts!

Because the word of God is right,
And faithful all the time.
So you may hold His promise tight,
And trust His way divine.

And God adores the justice served,
When wicked men are judged.
His mercy covers all the earth,
And He has made us just.

And when He speaks the heaven’s dawned,
And stars burst into flame,
And from His breath the planets spawned,
And countless wonders came.

The welling oceans He has stored,
With polar ice and wind,
He watches us, a loving Lord,
Oh, stand in awe of Him!

Creation: Genesis 1

Now only God was at the start,
Before the world was made.
But all the earth was void and dark,
His Spirit o’er it stayed.

Then God did speak – Eternal Word,
Ignite, you, crystal ray!
“Let there be light to fill the earth,”
Now break you dawning day!

And next the water rushed apart,
The sea to ocean bed,
And water over also starts,
Thus earth and heaven wed.

Then from the sea God brought forth land,
The dirt and granite firm.
The plants He sprouted with His hand,
The vegetable ad herb.

But now to astral regions turn!
The stars He stretches out.
Then sun ascends, begins to burn,
The moon too casts beams out.

And then the whales and fish He brings,
The monsters of the deep.
Release the fluttering birds of wing,
All whirling, skirling, fleet.

The creeping things of earth He brought,
The Cattle, beasts of land.
Then God Himself their ruler wrought,
The culmination – man.

To man He then gave strict command,
“Dominion you must gain,
And till the earth with work of hand,
And multiply your strain.”

And all of this God saw was good,
The earth did His behest.
The seventh, final day as should,
God finally took His rest.

Creation was by God defused,
He first – creative – thought,
The artist, genius, filled with muse,
But imitates his God.

And is not this dominion too,
Subduing even thought?
Imagination draws anew,
As God made man from aught.

So if we will God imitate,
In these beginning deeds,
We must subdue, we must create,
And rest – for God did these.