The heavens above Kansas (and everywhere else, I suppose) declare God's glory. Thinking on God's might and beauty displayed in the giant blue dome over my state, I wrote this song of praise to God as a thank offering for what I see of him every time I step outside.
Verse 1:
Storm clouds racing ‘bove golden grain
Winds start blowing and then comes rain
Thunder rolling, lightning flashing
God’s great might displayed again
Chorus:
For the glory of their Maker
Kansas skies shout praise to him
Verse 2: Night is coming, the heav’ns turn
Bright reds, yellows, and oranges burn
Sunlight fading, shadows growing
God’s great beauty all eyes discern
Verse 3:
Stars start singing their age-old song
Ten thousand voices sound all night long
Rising, falling, e’er recalling
God’s great glory from dusk till dawn