The Dust of God's Feet (Part I)

The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect towards him. He descends in a cloud and walks in the circuit of heaven with thick clouds as his covering. He rides upon a swift cloud like a chariot. He flies upon the wings of the wind and whirls in the heights of the Heaven. Those who look up to number his displays see clouds rise up out of the sea from every end of the earth, poised and balanced in the skies, prepared to pour down rain and abundant showers on them. God drops in His cloud to blot out wrongs, in the thick cloud to blot out transgressions; then, His voice thunders out of the cloud announcing the coming storm, and He gathers the wind in his fists causing it to blow toward the south and turn about to the north. It’s sound is heard as it whirls continually, but who can tell from where it is coming or going? As we ponder His mysteries, He fills His hand with lightenings, the light of His cloud, which lights the world with His countenance of life, and scatters them abroad like shot arrows commanded to hit their marks through those clouds; His garment is rent under us, and the water jars of heaven are tipped.