Psalm
29: A Love Song
Amos Wilson (May 18, 2014)
All
you heavens, hear,
And
give my Lord his glory.
My
Lord, my Love is strong,
My
Christ, my King is holy.
Worship
the Lord with splendor,
With
the splendor of holiness, sing!
Give
Him the glory due,
To our
Jehovah King.
His
voice goes o'er the sea,
And
sounds like rolling thunder.
Like
hurricanes it comes,
And
brings the heavenly wonders.
And at
his words the ceders break –
Sequoya,
redwood banyans – all.
The
mountains too must flea like calves,
The
cliffs and crags and hillocks fall.
The
power of my Lord, my Love!
Could
any make it higher?
His
voice descends like flames of stars,
His
tongue can kindle fire.
His
domain includes the wilds,
The
wilderness where life is rare.
His
words give life and birth and child,
And
also strips the forest bare.
“Glory!”
I will cry!
“My
savior cannot die!”
His
throne sits on the flood forever,
He
gives us strength in our endeavor.
Your
throne, my Love, will never cease,
And
you will give your people peace.
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