New Living Translation (NLT)
28 “Lord, help!” they cried in their trouble,
and he saved them from their distress.
29 He calmed the storm to a whisper
and stilled the waves.
30 What a blessing was that stillness
as he brought them safely into harbor!
31 Let them praise the Lord for his great love
and for the wonderful things he has done for them.
Born from a heavenly anvil,
God’s mighty hammer strikes fire amid the dark skies,
Thunder then rumbles an answer
While the bright lightning dazzles the eyes,
Rain pours down from the cloud banks
Like silvery coins it glimmers and shines,
Refreshing the parched earth below them
A gift that’s both physical and divine,
Why do I stare with such wonder?
Why do I relish each flash?
Is it the thrill of the terrible light show?
Or the hand behind every crash?
Let not the heavens mesmerize me!
Let not me worship in vain!
The skies are filled with great glory,
But when they’re gone only he will remain.
©2018 by William Pierce
We gladly thank You and give You praise for the power You display in the heavens and the love You reveal in all of our lives.