Ascribe to the Lord, you heavenly beings, ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name; worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness.
The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is majestic. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars; the Lord breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon leap like a calf, Sirion like a young wild ox. The voice of the Lord strikes with flashes of lightning. The voice of the Lord shakes the desert; the Lord shakes the Desert of Kadesh. The voice of the Lord twists the oaks and strips the forests bare. And in his temple all cry, “Glory!”
The Lord sits enthroned over the flood; the Lord is enthroned as King forever. The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace. - Psalm 29
There were nights when we sat under our skylights and listened to the sound of rain in torrents pounding on the roof and the roar of the wind in fits and gusts assaulting the shade cloth on our patio with a high pitched whirring. In the Philippines, sheet metal roofing reverberated like a steel drum and you dare not look outside for fear of flying nails, branches and coconuts and rushing water invades the street, through rice fields and through the cement first floors of homes and offices.
You imagine the raging typhoon force of the storm. But for every ounce of storm, there is a pound of power of the Lord. I join the people who, strengthened by the Lord and at peace in the storm, cry 'Glory!' There is the storm and then there is God.
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