Silent
and cold, the winter night.
The
stars in bright array,
Seem
to sing praises to the Lord
In
their joyous display.
The
moon rises in the dark night,
A
smile upon its face,
As
if it understands the depth
Of
His unending Grace.
The
icy breeze ruffles the bay
As
it reflects the night,
Even
the darkness of its waves
Sparkles
back heaven’s light.
The heavens in all their grandeur
Are testament and call,
That
God, who formed the universe,
Still
rules over it all.
Colossians
1:16
For
by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible,
whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created
through him and for him.
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