Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. Psalm 19:2

In the storms my God shouts with a loud thunderclap

While on my windows He whispers with the gentle rain’s tap

In my mornings He speaks like the sweet robin’s song

And He calls me to action with the breaking of dawn

With each day my God gives another sermon begins

When I listen I remember He’s forgiven my sins

Then at noonday He pauses and calls me to rest

Because there’s work to be done before His sunsets