Psalm 29—Everything in the wide home of the world flings Godward, crying, “Glory!”
God’s high heaven is choired
With singers ringing back
Ranks of bright light in song.
Praise him!
His voice troubles over the sea,
And the waters writhe and surge.
The voice of God towers and crests
And rises up and up and up.
His voice topples tall empires like timber,
And rattles proud cedars down.
The rock beneath my feet,
The ground I thought was steady,
Skipped and bucked like a calf
When his clarion call sounded.
The voice of the Lord gouges flames of fire.
It shakes the weary wastes like a sheet.
The wind of his words
Strips the trees bare and everything
In the wide home of the world
Flings Godward, crying, “Glory!”
Though the sea and the world rage,
God is enthroned above the flood.
Lord, strengthen your people.
Lord, come be king and bring us peace!
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