1 The heavens declare the Glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. 3 They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. 4 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun. 5 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. 6 It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth. Ps 19:1-6
How Glorious You are! How bright are Your days. Even among the clouds, Your light shines behind, always there, we are never deprived. I lift up Your beauty in this day, that we may be reminded of Your majesty, yet Your humble grace to each of us. That no matter the shadows in our lives, Your light always prevails.