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
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