The Voice

Once in a vision, a raging storm roars I was slightly above it, soaring through the air The waves were boisterous , the waves were a raging inferno Fear griped me, it whispered death into my ear I struggled to fly, the devil’s exploring sly In the flight I saw a glorious light above me then Suddenly, in my flight I heard a voice It was one of the Archbishop Nicholas Duncan William’s The voice thundereth, a kind that scattereth “According as His Divine Power” For the first time the voice held me in His care It brought me into comfort, a Zion fort Imbued with power in the flight, I begin to soar into the night The voice made me strong, I lay upon it all night long The voice whispered courage in me in that perilous flight And bore me on eagle’s wings when all was quite “The voice of the Lord is Powerful The voice of the Lord is full of Majesty The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars of Lebanon”- Ps 29:4-5