“Thunder, Thunder, miles of Wonder” worship prose from LWillows

Thunder, thunder, miles of wonder,
Footsteps rumble into outcries asunder.
Drive me yet through lands not dissolved
whose voices will not break into distant resolve.

Rumble, Rumble, miles to wonder,
room to soar yet much to forsake.
The outcry of brethren for their own sky to take.
Their voices roar for a new freedom’s wake.

Cast me with honor, give me soul’s wake.
Thunder, Thunder; all is at stake.
Abba, for each and every one of us, Lord
For this Life, this hour, and all choices we make.

©2018 republish; 2012 Linda Willows

Psalm 18:2
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

It is the Power of The Lord that rumbles and thunders through our hearts and lives when we call out. Throughout the Bible, the LORD was invoked in times of need, times that asked for deepened belief throughout strife. Our calls are always heard.

© 2018 The Beloved

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