Psalms 19:1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Heaven is declaring God’s glory; the sky is proclaiming his handiwork.

One day gushes the news to the next, and one night informs another what needs to be known.

Of course, there’s no speech, no words— their voices can’t be heard

but their sound extends throughout the world; their words reach the ends of the earth. God has made a tent in heaven for the sun.

The sun is like a groom coming out of his honeymoon suite; like a warrior, it thrills at running its course.

It rises in one end of the sky; its circuit is complete at the other. Nothing escapes its heat.