
The cloud floats in shifting wind,
Changing shapes on a whim,
Puffing out, and pulling in,
Praising God … a graceful hymn.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1
The cloud floats in shifting wind,
Changing shapes on a whim,
Puffing out, and pulling in,
Praising God … a graceful hymn.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1
How can you say creation is beautiful if you don’t believe there is a creator?
“The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship.” Psalm 19:1