The Heavens Proclaim - A poem by Chris Whitler

Inspired by Psalm 19

This shaft of light 
Warming my face
Has come millions of miles
Through the darkness of space

Its a word in season
Spoken to me
An apple of gold
To a heart that’s weary

And morning by morning
His mercies are new
He awakens my ear
To what my heart knows is true

Oh the heavens proclaim
The heavens proclaim
The heavens proclaim
The glory of God

And galaxies turn
And gravity pulls
And pushes us on
Further up, further in

And the suns collapse
Falling on their face
And they rend their clothes
And the fabric is pierced

And worlds collide
Mighty cataclysm
And storms recite
The great catechism

Day after day
Pours forth speech
Night by night
Secret knowledge is preached

Oh the heavens proclaim
The heavens proclaim
The heavens proclaim
The glory of God

And the strings dance
“Let there be”
Is still resounding
Inside you and me

And particles spin
The stuff of stars
The heavens proclaim
In my very heart

All of the cosmos
Is traveling on
Riding His wave
Riding His song

Who kindled the flame?
Who taps the baton?
And the universe plays
And is singing us home

Oh the heavens proclaim
The heavens proclaim
The heavens proclaim
The glory of God