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Bigger than the sky,
On chariots and horses
You ride,
Bow in hand and
arrows at the ready,
Spear all aglitter,
Your glory
is the heavens.
Your brightness
greater than light,
Rays flashing
from your hands,
Beams racing
from your eyes,
You stand above and come
to measure the earth...
Again.
Before the nations startle,
Before the lands tremble,
Before the mountains scatter,
Before the hills bow down,
Before the rivers run away,
Before the seas
to the depths retreat,
Lord, please!
remember mercy,
And spare us
the judgement of your sighs.
Was it the rivers
who angered you?
Was it the sea?
Did the mountains offend?
Or was it Your children?
With salvation held aloft,
You struck the house
of the wicked,
Laying it bare to
a molten foundation.
Though the fig tree
may not blossom,
No fruit may
come from the vine,
Olive oil may not flow
from Gethsemane,
Fields of wheat
may yield no bread,
The flock may be
cut off from the fold,
And no cattle may
stand in the stalls,
We will still rejoice!
In You,
The God of our salvation,
Our strength.
You we will embrace,
And cling to You,
No matter how things look.
We will live by faith.
Habakkuk 3
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