You hung the moon and taught the stars how to shine. You took a deep breath and exhaled the world into being, your words echoing off the boundaries of the universe and resounding with a holy echo in this palatial galaxy. The song that was sung at the beginning still sounds today, from the rocks to the trees, as creation sings your praises. We learn the song from those who come before us, from the babbling brook and the joyful lark. We learn the song from the distant thunder and the nearby cricket. We learn the song and sing it with our lives, teaching those around us the words to an eternal praise song to you. Glory to God in the highest!