The True Measure of Your Glory


I see Your grandeur in the rain storm,
Thunder trumpeting Your name and
Lightning but a slivered glimpse 
Of the brilliance that radiates from Your face.
The trees bend low
In homage to the great power You
Hold and bestow
To those found worthy through
Their nothingness.
Rivers flood their banks,
demonstrating to the world once more
All that You are capable of: 
And in this overpowering barrage of
rainy bullets,
Is proof of how You so love the world
That You give her exactly what she needs 
In reckless extravagance. 
Yet, the greatest testament
To Your grandeur, power, capability, and
Is the little hole You give me,
Safe and secure,
To watch it all unfold.


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