With Thunderous Praise

 

Wild, the waves rushing on the shore,
The winds sing a fierce song.
All of the shoreline stands in awe
As the tempest grows strong.
 
And yet He is mightier still.
More fearsome than the storm
Is He who calls forth the tempest,
Who shapes the wild waves form.
 
He who can call the waves to rage
Or calm them with a word
Is the same hand that first formed them
Before earth’s song was heard.
 
Lift up your voices in His praise.
As the waves thunder by,
Let your songs ring out until they
Thunder back through His sky.
 
Psalm 93:4
Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty!