.The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In a tree on a hill, decades pass as we watch the last sunset. Together, the Spirit and I sing the eternal Word and play heaven's blues. Spirit and Word, music for peace and healing. Restoring the broken.