When the Heavens Declare His Glory
A tree stands silhouetted
Against an amber sky.
I wonder at the sight
Watching from my window,
At golden hues in orange and yellow
Spread across the horizon.
Like an artist with brush strokes
God paints the heavens with his finger
Merging shades that turn
Dusk into nightfall,
And I imagine all creation
Shouting out his name,
Yahweh! Our God.
In song, adoration and praise.
Poem by: Joyce E. Johnson
Photo credit: T. Wayne Johnson
Nov., 2012
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