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the message Godís glory is on tour in the skies,God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.Madame Day holds classes every morning,Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words arenít heard,their voices arenít recorded,But their silence fills the earth:unspoken truth is spoken everywhere. God makes a huge domefor the sunóa superdome!The morning sunís a new husbandleaping from his honeymoon bed,The daybreaking sun an athleteracing to the tape. Thatís how Godís Word vaults across the skiesfrom sunrise to sunset,Melting ice, scorching deserts,warming hearts to faith. 150505
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