I dream of all the constellations
Its splendor finds me in a farrago
I wonder about its enunciation
It seems they are mocking at my ego
Displays the very incarnation
Of its creator with great gusto!

With just a phrase-“let there be”
He brought the moon in its place.
Then he got the stars to the family
It seems he planned a big ol’ maze.
I glance about the widespread variety
Wondering if I’ll can see his face!

Wish the stars where so close to us
So close that we could feel its light
Under the moonlight we’d discuss
The awesome God in whom we delight
Glory and majesty songs with chorus
We offer at your footstool, O God of Might!

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