The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. 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.
May my words be few, seasoned with Your Love, Lord Jesus. Give me Your gentle and quiet Spirit. In quiteness and trust, my hope is in You, amen