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Give to the Lord, everyone, Give the Lord Glory and power; Praising the Father and the Son, The Holy Spirit each hour. Give the Lord glory to His name, Worshipping as to His merit; In His holy splendor proclaim, Thanking Him what you inherit. The voice of the Lord in the air, His voice flowing through the water; As His glory thunders to dare, Raging respect from your daughter. The voice of the Lord having might, His voice is also majestic; Knowledge and wisdom with insight, So awesome and is fantastic. The voice of the Lord breaks the trees, Turn from fertile to a barren land; Change the wind to a gentle breeze, Make a jungle to desert sand. He can make you skip like a deer, Even bold like a wild boar; If you are honest and sincere, God dwells in the heart at its core. His voice cuts the flames of fire, It strikes with flashes of lightning; Separate you from desire, Darkness that is enlightening. The voice of the Lord makes land shake, As the wilderness will shiver; For causing a massive earthquake, People will frightfully quiver. His voice can strip the forests bare, Glory and power is the plea; As the people asking in prayer, Speaking to Him on bended knee. The Lord enthroned over the flood, As He sits enthroned forever; Whose Son freed us through flowing blood, With a bond that will not sever. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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