He saw the darkness from afar,
The force of purpose on His lips
His own voice,
Willing the Light to appear,
Scattering the darkness
Like marbles on a tiled floor.
With His own hand He formed the world.
His mind creating the wonders we behold.
Who but God holds this world on a string?
Holding its axis in its necessary orbit.
None but my God.
His voice, still thunders over the waters.
This same God, craves my heart for a home.
The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord, over many waters. Psalm 29:3