The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds. When I look at all these phenomena I begin to wonder the power behind this. The mighty one with mighty hands creating and moulding, building and polishing. What a great God you are.
You move things with your hands, you direct the winds your breath is powerful.
Your hands perform wonders, what a mighty hands you have. Who can stop your hands ? Who can twist it. None , I say none what a mighty hand you have.
oh ! Lord.
© Bunkej