God’s Mighty Arm
White clouds sailing,
The serene blue sky,
The glistening sunlight,
Birds that fly by.
The lightning flashes,
The thunder roars,
Hail stones pound,
The cold rain pours.
A gentle shower,
A touch of breeze,
A scent in the air,
Reminiscent of seas.
The dust storm blinds,
The wind picks up speed,
Strong trees bend,
Like a broken reed.
A sprinkling of white,
Growing so slow,
White falls from the sky,
While the cold air grows.
Wild winds pounding,
A sheet coming down,
A blanket of white,
Dressing earth in a gown.
A gentle wave upon the beach,
A tender breeze waves a flo’wr,
A lifting fog reveals a forest –
A dark and quiet bower.
A giant spinner in the ocean,
A massive twister in the sky,
An explosion from a mountain,
Flames that leap and fly.
From the storm, to the calm,
From the fire to the flower,
See God’s mighty arm,
And praise Him for His power!
To the KING be all the glory!
I like!
Amen! And good poem, too!
~Jamie Joyce
Thank you, Gabriel and Jamie! :)
Very descriptive. It’s good!
Thank you, Kayla! :)