Who is like You, O Lord? Awesome in power! You made exist the world, made it hang on Your word, brought us to this hour! You bring the nations from the dust, prosper them then let them rust, overthrow the strength they trust, then raise them back up from the crust. You set the world
I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain
Elbereth,the Evening Star, the Star Queen, spoken of in legends for hundreds of years. And yet still a creation of the Lord Almighty.
As when God spoke, worlds appeared, He speaks, behold, new creatures!
Whither springs the dawn? Whither comes the day? Whither creeps the dusk? Whither flies the night? Whiter rests the earth?
This is the third poem of a 10 parts fantastic story about elves, men and other magical creatures called "Festus and Ermea". The overall story has some time jump. This one takes place in the past.
Through General Revelation God reveals himself in nature and all creation, but that is not sufficient for salvation, one most be exposed to the Special Revelation.
