Re: Sunday Dispatch
Godís 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 arenít heard,
their voices arenít recorded,
But their silence fills the earth:
unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.
God makes a huge dome
for the sunóa superdome!
The morning sunís a new husband
leaping from his honeymoon bed,
The daybreaking sun an athlete
racing to the tape.
Thatís how Godís Word vaults across the skies
from sunrise to sunset,
Melting ice, scorching deserts,
warming hearts to faith.
The revelation of God is whole
and pulls our lives together.
The signposts of God are clear
and point out the right road.
The life-maps of God are right,
showing the way to joy.
The directions of God are plain
and easy on the eyes.
Godís reputation is twenty-four-carat gold,
with a lifetime guarantee.
The decisions of God are accurate
down to the nth degree.
Godís Word is better than a diamond,
better than a diamond set between emeralds.
Youíll like it better than strawberries in spring,
better than red, ripe strawberries.
Thereís more: Godís Word warns us of danger
and directs us to hidden treasure.
Otherwise how will we find our way?
Or know when we play the fool?
Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh!
Keep me from stupid sins,
from thinking I can take over your work;
Then I can start this day sun-washed,
scrubbed clean of the grime of sin.
Psalm 19:1-14 (The Message)