The Lord rules as king,
Clothed in majesty;
Reigns over each thing,
With such dignity.
The Lord has been clothed,
And armed with power;
Evil He has loathed,
Every hour.
The world set in place,
It cannot be moved;
But He shines His grace,
To what it behooved.
His throne set in place,
He is eternal;
Willing to embrace,
Those not nocturnal.
The oceans rise up,
Rising with a roar;
Pounding waves gossip,
Crash into the shore.
The Lord is mighty,
Stronger than the sea;
Powerful fighty,
Foaming waves to be.
The testimonies,
Are reliable;
Watch out for phonies,
As deniable.
Holiness is what,
Makes His house so nice;
For peace you have sought,
Solace from advice.
Beautiful for days,
And weeks without end;
For showing the ways,
He can be a friend.
Listen for His voice,
In water and air;
Be sure to rejoice,
With others to share
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
