By Corbin Young
“Stars scattered across the sky”
Makes sense inside the city,
But when country clouds are cleared,
“Scattered” is somewhat understating it.
Stars are spilled across the sky
In abundant celestial purpose.
Gaze at the galaxy’s edge,
Etched in lights light years away,
A painted picture before our eyes.
See the space-bears,
Ursas delighting to sing their star-songs,
Roaring the Righteousness of God and rejoicing.
Wave at the Warrior in the sky,
Stuck slaying the Serpent
As a sign to mankind.
The heavens do declare the Glory of God.
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