Nature accompany seasons, the sun

shine with it’s pure design.
Clouds sings

the new song’s, God say’s I am he there

was none before me and there will be none

after me, It is me who blots out the

transgressions.

Authority is asked from him, as his

ways are not your ways neither your

thoughts are his thoughts.

Lightning comes out from his hand’s,

casting the dragons and It’s company

unto the seas.

Fear thou not, for I have redeemed thee,

“He say’s,” thou art mine! Mountains salute’s

the valleys and tells the tale. Thunder It’s his

voice holding it not back, drowning the seas

with a twinkle of an eye.

Clouds are also dust of his feet.

The roaring oceans keep silence before

him.
Letting the son to arrive and to be

driven by angel’s! Word’s of the ancients

speak for themselves as I say Amen the

wicked perish.