Your glory shines above us;
Your robe draped
across the expansive heavens.
You are clothed in sunshine,
You blind us with
Your emanating beauty.
The moon manages the tides,
the seasons,
but You rule over the moon.
You set the earth like a top
so it will never move
from the tip of your finger.
With the powerful stare,
You can trigger an earthquake,
or ignite a fire.
Oh glorious God!
Your works astound us;
We enter Your presence in awe.