Holy holy holy, the Angels declare...
How great is our God, he who made the firmament of the heavens...
And setteth it on high as a city hung on a rope...
He placed the earth on a table of waters...
He who king David saw his throne surrounded with light and he called it darkness cos it was too bright for him to see(his eyes seized to work at that moment)...
Awesome in power and mighty in praises...
king of Salem, the priest of life and prophet of power...
The mountains heard thy voice and shattered...
The waters saw thy shadows and fell backward...
At the move of thy presence hills disappears into valleys...
In a gentle small still voice, thou speaketh...
At the roar of thy voice, the earth trembles...
At the blast of thy nostrils, volcanoes came alive...
Thou art my God, in you I put my trust...
One request I have made of the Lord never to be forsaken by his spirit and never to be a castaway...
~~penlord~~
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Sonic power
PoetryCollection of poems, thoughts and writings of a dangerous mind...
