Thursday, September 13, 2018
The Thousand Word Project - Storm
Psalm 77:17-18 The clouds poured out water: the skies sent out a sound: thine arrows also went abroad. The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven: the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook.
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Excerpt from "O Worship the King."
- William Kethe and Robert Grant