1: God's glory is on tour in the skies, God--craft on exhibit across the horizon.
2: Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening.
3: Their words aren't heard, their voices aren't recorded,
4: But their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere. God makes a huge dome for the sun--a superdome!
5: The morning sun's a new husband leaping from his honeymoon bed, The daybreaking sun an athlete racing to the tape.
6: That's how God's Word vaults across the skies from sunrise to sunset, Melting ice, scorching deserts, warming hearts to faith.
7: The revelation of GOD is whole and pulls our lives together. The signposts of GOD are clear and point out the right road.
8: The life--maps of GOD are right, showing the way to joy. The directions of GOD are plain and easy on the eyes.
9: GOD's reputation is twenty-four-carat gold, with a lifetime guarantee. The decisions of GOD are accurate down to the nth degree.
10: God's Word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You'll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries.
11: There's more: God's Word warns us of danger and directs us to hidden treasure.
12: Otherwise how will we find our way? Or know when we play the fool?
13: 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.
14: These are the words in my mouth; these are what I chew on and pray. Accept them when I place them on the morning altar, O God, my Altar-Rock, God, Priest-of-My-Altar.