I've seen blissful days.


I remember this day like it was just a minute ago.





The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them. 
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course. 
It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its
circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth.
-Psalm 19:1-6