The Heavens Declare the Glory of God

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The heavens declare the glory of God, and God Your glory gives me peace. 
 The heavens declare the glory of God, and there isn't anything that can fill in the cracks of my heart the way Your soft feathering clouds do as they slowly draw themselves across a gray-blue sky. They make the peace of my heart unassailable, impenetrable, where it sits above the sidewalk; at least for a little while. 
        Lord let it not be a little while. 
 I smell ozone, and it sends my blood singing, and a grin spreads as my eyes are filled with Zephyr-lights. My lungs expand, and with this laughter I could smile in the face of any trouble, Lord with this laughter I could spit in the Devil's very eye as he cast his gaze up through the earth. The breath of the sky's far rumbling fills me, and I feel the need to use it.
        Please Lord, let this energy split my bones for the rest of eternity. 
 Lord my soul flies for the cracks You split through the sky during a thunderstorm. They light the stairway to heaven, and my legs twitch to climb it. Flash, crash, I see the dark path before me in the light of its end, and excitement comes for the walk to it.
        Lord I'm longing for the day I finally get to set my foot on those steps.
        The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sun beats hot on my back where I stand. It blazes far away with enough strength that it still heats a planet here. It shines, clear and unfaltering, and it will keep shining until God declares it's done. 
        My soul stands far beneath it, with the same purpose, and God has declared that it will never be done. 

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