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God’s glory is on tour in the skies,God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.Madame Day holds classes every morning,Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren’t heard,their voices aren’t recorded,But their silence fills the earth:unspoken truth is spoken everywhere. God makes a huge domefor the sun—a superdome!The morning sun’s a new husbandleaping from his honeymoon bed,The daybreaking sun an athleteracing to the tape. That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skiesfrom sunrise to sunset,Melting ice, scorching deserts,warming hearts to faith.
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