His Majesty
A poem by Clea Van Liew
His Majesty
He came to me this evening clothed in a mighty storm
In spite of what was around me I felt safe, secure and warm
His majesty went forth in the rushing of the rain
Just by watching made me breathless
And I called Him by His name
As He thundered in the heavens
Oh His voice gave such command
That the sky gave forth such brightness
As He made streaks of light with His great hands
I stood in awe before Him enveloped by His mighty power
As I watched I saw His greatness,
“This was the Master’s hour”
He revealed to me just who He is, His existence I can’t deny
I need no more proof for I believe
I have seen Him with my own eyes.
Ps.93