the enigma

He who measures the sky with the span of his hand.

Measures the seas and waters in the hollow of his hand.

He who compass the sea with bounds.

By his spirit he has bound the seas.

He walks upon the wings of the winds.

The creation is just a whisper.

The surpassing greatness of his tremendous power of his spit .

Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.

He stretched out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.

He binde up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.

He hold back the face of his throne, and spreadeth his cloud upon it.

He hath compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end.

The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his reproof.

He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud.

By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.

Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Jesus Christ is Lord

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