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.

Kansas Skies Shout
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 MakerKansas 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
© 2024 Mike Neifert

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