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
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