He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting. You make darkness, and it is night, when all the beasts of the forest creep about. The young lions roar for their prey, seeking their food from God. When the sun rises, they steal away and lie down in their dens. Man goes out to his work and to his labor until the evening.
The complete and intricate interweavings of Your creation are things of great beauty. That the very movement of the universe, in all its awesome majesty, should govern the rhythms of life. This is not chaos, not the result of random events, but Your hand, carefully crafting beauty and order. Out of that order comes provision for all living creatures so that all may recognize You as the Creator God.