Job's Song

Vapors of water arise and fade- invisible yet omnipresent.
Uplifted and drawn by the Maker’s hand they are distilled then resurrected.
In fluid motion He spreads the clouds, which with momentum blanket skies,
And within them, throughout them lightning consumes as thunder amplifies
His power and His majesty, His love and ever-presence.
The mirrors of His glorious skies contrast our evanescence.

Pillars of rock, of crystal, on which the earth resides,
Foundations laid in ancient elegance; dimensions perfect in design.
The Craftsman’s hand that gently placed the cornerstone below,
That capstone which His Son became, through whom His love is shown.
This same hand directs the choir of the morning stars,
And the melodious cries of angels… A perfect Hallelujah.

Red like blood, a ruby jewel, the sun breaks from the East.
At the command of our Curator, we see His masterpiece.
Casting it’s rays upon the earth, a shadowy awe emerges,
The leviathan who within the seas of celestial terror submerges.
Who from his nose can refract light and pass lightning vapor to vapor,
This mighty beast of creation who, in his trail, in his sparkling wake reflects our holy maker.

The artist who with precise strokes and glory, earth’s portrait He paints,
Is the potter and the composer of the harmonies of we, His saints.
He moulds us like ceramics, with His skilled and loving arms.
He writes our song our melody. In blood He wrote down His heart.

beautiful piece of inspired writing...very nice.

"The leviathan who within the seas of celestial terror submerges."

LOVE THE BOOK OF JOB!!

Wow, that's just beautiful. Love your work!

Awesome!

I'm so glad you resurrected this one! It is awesome work.