Lord, your glory fills the skies;
A blazing glory of gold-trimmed nimbus
The promise of eternal hope;
A clear blue glory, of unobscured light;
A gentler glory of subtler hues,
Of grey and falling rain,
Stretched across the earth,
And touching every horizon
Where human feet walk their paths,
And human hands reach up in prayer,
To God whose glory freed from heaven’s lofty heights,
Fills our hearts with praise.
Tim Ross, 2011
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