Creator God of chaotic splendor speaks
And angels rush to do his bidding.
They sweep the clouds into glorious formations
While the rain beats a steady rhythm.
Lightning spikes across the horizon.
The distant thunder builds a solid foundation
Creeping softly in through the storm
Till it rages and roars with passionate voice…
Shouting the majestic presence of Lord Sabaoth!
And the rain keeps falling obediently over thirsty land…
A land blind and deaf to the symphony,
Just longing for some peace to cover it…
Missing the display of God’s majesty in the sky above.
Lord of Hosts,
Shake us awake
Make us aware
Of Your glory in the surrounding storm.
Show us Your light
Speak with Your might
To our desperate hearts.
Shatter the deafness and blindness
That we can rejoice with passion
In Your chaotic splendor.
