In the rumbling peals of thunder
In the flashing forks of light
As the clouds are burst asunder
By the tempest's fearsome might
Blinding flashes without number
Hurled from Heaven's lofty height--
Bow my head in awe and wonder
As the lightning bolts ignite.
Though I marvel, slightly frighted
At the storm-cloud's flash and flare
Fire and brimstone can be sighted
In the Heaven's angry glare
And our frailty's highlighted
Our fragility laid bare
And the might of God is cited
To each eye that is aware.
In this awesome demonstration
Nature's energy untamed
Presents Heaven's illustration
Of God's judgement yet restrained
As the sky gives acclamation
'Fore a world that stands ashamed--
To my heart a revelation
In the stormy skies proclaimed.
God's the blessed illustrator
On the blackboard of the night;
He's the Author, instigator
Of this spectacle of might;
It shouts loudly of Creator
In each blast and bolt of light--
Yes the sky's God's amphitheatre
Where's displayed His pow'r tonight.
By Vincent Lyons.