O sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth.
Sing to the Lord, bless his name; tell of his salvation from day to day.
Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples.
For great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; he is to be revered above all gods.
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Yesterday the sky was unblemished blue. It was note-worthy. It captured my attention with a shout of color as I stepped out from the inside of my car cluttered with crumpled thoughts. When I emerged from the construction dusty air of the church buildings, my eye stung and yet forgot the stinging at the sight of a brand new shade of blue on display for us all to see and sing praise. It is good for a human being to turn oneself inside out and take the first blink of awareness that there is something, someone bigger than us doing some really amazing things. It is that first blink of awareness and that hushed sense of wonder that makes us better. God does not need our praise for inventing new shades of blue. We need to praise to poke a hole in our dark, cluttered, dusty souls to see better.
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Nice work, O God. Show me again. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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