#pslam 19 has been living rent free in my head all day

[redeemed-wren]

Pslam 19

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is nor heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.

In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course

It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.