At Your Word, O God,
the mountains smoke,
And at Your Word,
the oceans boil in their basins.
You speak, and all the earth is silent.
You speak, and regiments of tornadoes leap into battle.
Quietly, You cause the grasses of the field
to bend back and forth
on the way to withering brown
as they go the way of Solomon.
Have 'Em Delivered
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