Psalm 19

The heavens declare your glory The skies proclaim your name Creation tells a story Which resounds day after day It is heard by every person And perceived in all of the earth You have placed a tent for the sun Like a bridegroom coming forth And oh what does it mean That the one who created everything loves me Oh you deserve all the praise You sought me out even when I ran away So renew my mind and let my life Be pleasing in your sight Your word is perfect and true It heals and restores my soul Your statutes will guide me through They are more precious than gold The fear of you is pure Forever will it endure And oh what does it mean That the one who created everything loves me Oh you deserve all the praise You sought me out even when I ran away So renew my mind and let my life Be pleasing in your sight