Two Books of Revelation: Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Every sunrise is a sermon. Every star is a sentence in the cosmic manuscript. The heavens are not silent—they declare, they proclaim, they shout the glory of their Maker.

Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.

Pour forth—the word suggests bubbling, gushing, an unstoppable flow. The daytime sky speaks. The nighttime sky reveals. The testimony never stops, never pauses, never takes a day off.