The Beauty of the Beach

The heavens declare the glory of God;

the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;

night after night they display

knowledge.

There is no such speech or language

where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth,

their words to the ends of the world.

In the heavens, he has pitched a tent for

the sun,

which is like a bridegroom coming

forth from his pavillion,

like a champion rejoicing to run his

course.

It rises at one end of the heavens

and makes its circuit to the other;

nothing is hidden from its heat.

~Psalm 19