Returning Fire
The rain is yours, and every green tree
that bloosoms with fragrant joy in spring..
Who walks upon the stones of fire,
and sets the spinning stars to dance,
if not YOU.
For who can assend the clouds in majestic
splendor and hold the moon in the palm of your
hand, if not you my God.
Who feeds the worms the flesh of your enemies
yet takes the fatherless in your arms if not you my Lord
Sing with joy all you servants his praise, for he is returning with fire.
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