O
come and hear the voice of God:
He
thunders with His majesty.
His
scepter and His judgment rod
Upon
the global flood we see.
His
majesty is glorious,
He
sits as King upon the waters,
And
yet He speaks at last to us
As
tender sons and cherished daughters.
“My
son, be wise,” we hear Him say:
Is
this that same majestic voice
That
thundered loud in Noah’s day
To
those rejecting Him by choice?
And
does our wisdom make Him glad
When
we’re obeying His commands?
Is
this the mercy Noah had
When
God, with grace, stretched out His hands?
The
Lord is High, yet merciful
To
those who humbly seek His face.
He
tasted death for every soul,
And
thus extends to all His grace.
Yet
even now with hands stretched out,
He
speaks to those who disobey.
He
calls to those who choose to doubt
And
with gainsaying, turn away.
O
Lord, Your majesty above
In
judgment has been clearly shown,
Yet
mercy manifests Your love
And
gives salvation to Your own.
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