Yahweh

God, you are arrayed in splendor. You rule with majesty, holiness, and eternity at your side. You are stunning—radiant and glorious. Struck with awe, I can do nothing more than bow low and worship you.

I hear a symphony playing as nature sings your song; the clashing of symbols as the waters break against the shore. The power of your voice splinters the mighty forests and echoes throughout the sky. It shakes the deserts yet speaks to me with tender care. Stars sparkle as they dance on the edge of your fingertips, while the oceans reveal the depths of your love.

You are the strength of storms, the roar of thunder, the flashes of lightning, and the rush of wind. Though your eyes blaze with fire and tempt me to cower and hide, I cannot look away. Consuming me again with holy passion, you draw me in. I fall prostrate before you in awe and wonder. You strengthen me, and it is only by your grace that I may stand before someone so holy. You kiss me with peace and call me your child. You lift me up and call me your friend.