I the voice of the storm and sky
Hold the seasons at bay as you wonder 'Why?'
I am the space between sky and stars and hold the vast expanse in my hands
My voice makes the mountains shake and the sky flash with lightning
I am the power behind the tornado and the hurricane
The oceans rage with just a flick of my fingers
They foam and spray in awe of Me
You cannot possibly comprehend all that I Am
Yet still you see yourself as too small and insignificant for Me to hold onto
To protect
NOTHING slips beneath My radar
NO ONE is lost in my sight
NO sound goes unheard to my ears
NO pain is unfelt by My Spirit
Job cried out that I held him up as a flag in the storm
Watched as waves and disasters raged and buffeted him
Tore at his soul by the roots
You too feel the rage of this world
You too are buffetted
Yet I, even I, am still the same God who heard Job's cries
I am still the One who hears yours
And NEVER will I leave or forsake my own
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