When I consider your heavens,
Psalm 8:3+
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
my soul says, ‘What a mess!
Tidy this up, O Lord.
Pick a colour scheme and stick to it.
Sigh. Move over, I’ll do it.’
When I consider your heavens,
Psalm 8:3+
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
my soul says, ‘What a mess!
Tidy this up, O Lord.
Pick a colour scheme and stick to it.
Sigh. Move over, I’ll do it.’
Faintly Saintly 