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The Heavens declare the great glory of God
And the Universe smiles and performs at His nod.
He rules all creation with wisdom and power
From firmament’s dome to the tiniest flower.
He waves His baton and each star takes its place
And planets and galaxies leap into space.
Mankind stands bewildered and dallies and lingers
As suns, stars and planets are flung from His fingers.



His handiwork gleams on the land and the sea
For as artist and sculptor no equal has He.
The great master pieces of His mind and His hand
Show workmanship skill by Divinity planned.
He scatters the radiant sunbeams by day
And at night shows the beauty of gay milkyway.
A peep at the skies on a bright starry night
Is a token of Heaven, a joyous delight..



Electrified statutes of Father time’s scroll
The orbits of planets illumine and control.
Engraved are the tenets by His Guiding hand
As urges Divine from the King’s high command.
He molds the huge mountains in grandeur sublime
As His sentinels ever in the annals of time.
In praise they lift worshipful heads to the sky
And beckon to Heaven the hosts that pass by.



On the wings of the morning He glides through the stars
And pacifies Jupiter, Pluto and Mars.
A luminous spark He implants in each heart
To guide Spirit life as an integral part.
He blesses new homes where lovelight must abide
With an innocent glow on the face of the bride.
He fashions the beauty of each laughing child
And the smile on the face of the mother so mild.



He rebukes boisterous waves and wild storms on the deep
Saying “Peace, be thou still” and they soon fall asleep.
He calls sleeping spring and she wakes in new birth
And Venus with flowers soon covers the earth.
He sends the life spark, the sun and the dew
And kisses each leaflet its Heavenly her.
The trees clap their hands and wild animals gaze
As the forest resounds with loud anthems of praise.



In brooklets and meadows, all peaceful, serene,
His voice may be heard and His face may be seen.
His beauty beams forth from the earth’s joyous face
Till Spirit proclaims “This is God’s Holy Place”
The universe joyously bows at His feet
And Eternity signals that all is complete.
Gladhearted we march with free banners unfurled
For God’s in His Heaven and all’s right with the world.
author unknown**









To the best of my knowledge this poem may have been
written by my great-great grandfather, G.F.Ferrell.