The Hands That Made Us Are Divine

The firmament declares as one; its stars, all sisters of our sun in broad array speak as they shine - the hands that made us are divine. The planets in procession fly around our sun, across our sky. Celestial anthems flow like wine - the hands that made us are divine. In twilight's shade, day yields to dark, nocturnal orb in radiant arc; though hushed, sings to this heart of mine - the hands that made us are divine. As comets in their orbits sail with blazing head and glistening tail proclaiming as a heav'nly sign - the hands that made us are divine. Although their voices can't be heard by human ears, my soul is stirred. My praise, O Lord is solely Thine - the hands that made us are divine. "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech" - Psalm 19:1