Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Entry #16 (Inspired by summer storms and Psalm 18)

My God is a storm.
He is beautiful.
He is terrifying.
He destroys.
He restores.
He washes away filth.
He brings new life.
He is undeniably present.
He is essentially powerful.
He levels the mighty.
He fills the empty.
He quenches the thirsty.
He rouses the sleeper.
He cannot be controlled.
He will not be silenced.
He cares not for the plans of men.
He fears no rival power.
He is violent.
He is graceful.
He is strength.
He is music.