swiftly out of a clear blue sky.
Your thunder roars and rumbles as your
devilish bolts dart across the sky.
Dramatically the rain comes from the
black clouds, dampening the greenery below.
Lush gardens gather your moisture
being nourished for another day.
Lighting, you come to me
striking with force showing all who can see.
You shout your glory across the land
spreading your mighty power.
You lighting, are feared by all,
for you are God’s pitchfork
striking down on those
who shall not obey.
Quickly running for shelter
those who fear shall turn their ways.
For God’s powerful weapon destroys
those who refuse to hear thy voice.