God is moving
Above the waters
He speaks
The waters tremble
They mount up
With wings like swords
The whirlwind sings
A roaring song
A song of warning
God's breath
Upon the clouds
Utters judgment
The thunder shouts
The wind is crying
The waves thrash
Spewing foam
Tasting death
Creation groans
Repent! Repent!
He is coming
The whirlwind screams
Going forth in fury
Call to Him
Receive your pardon
There is no rest
For the wicked
Sowing the wind
Reaping the whirlwind
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Wow! Sister, I do not see that you share a lot of writing. But I'm so blessed by what I've read, as I'm sure all who've read it have been, that I beseech you... write more, bless more. In His blessed and most holy embrace, Treava
Crista,
Wow! What a vivid portrait of the power and might of the Lord and His judgment! Yet, in the eye of the storm, your poem offer the hope of rescue... REPENT! Fantastic Job! - Nancy
