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.