God is in the storm
With the mercy and the rage
The lightning dances
With His delight
The thunder shouts
Of His glory
What eagle dares to fly?
And what fool dares to boast?
Both will be made low
For such haughty ones as that
The wind and rain
Are a mercy
Because lightning is the last resort
God is in the battlefield
In the clashing of steel
In the dying gasps
Where love and hatred meet
Where the zealot shouts
Where brave men cower
And the strong fall before the weak
In the place of passion
Where deceptions fall to dust
That is where He makes his camp
God is in the storm
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