Poetic Labyrinth

The Voices Of The Heavens

This is my Father’s world and to my listening ears
all nature sings
and round me rings
the music of the spheres

Everything proclaims Your voice,
the Heavens declare the glory, rejoice !
Travels of lightning whistlers are to be heard,
night after night they display Your word

The sky proclaims the work of Your hands,
day after day they talk about Your plans
We’ll travel on music and ride on beams of light,
we’ll create rainbow bridges by declaring against the night

We are His offspring,
He knows everybody who comes from Him
We played in the River of Life, like in the water of the womb,
we’ll move in and out on rays of glory through the ‘Groom

He holds the air that I breathe in His hand,
He formed me; this is your time on the land
One day we will be feeding on the glory,
He will be our food; it’s Heavens’ story !

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