I said God I do not understand this world. Everything is dying and broken. Why do I see nothing but suffering? God, I'm asking could this be Your plan? Sin has taken hold of this whole land. Will You not say anything else to me?
He said where were you the day that I measured, sunk the base and stretched the line over all the earth and carved out its corner stone? Where were you the day that I spoke and told the sun to split the night open, called the morning dawn with its light to show?
Who shut in the ocean with stone doors, marked the reach of tides on those new shores, hung the day the waves rose and first broke forth?
Have you seen the springs of that great sea, walked the caverns carved in the black deep through the gates of darkness there on its floor?
Have you seen the armory I hold? Snow and hail are stacked up in silos for the times of trouble and war and strife. Can you raise your voice to the storm cloud? Would the thunder answer and ring out? Does the lightning ask you where it should strike?
Who has cleft the channels for torrents, rain to sprout the desert with forest in the wilderness that my hand has built? Can you hunt the prey for young lions? Can you loose the cords of orion? Is this whole world bending beneath your will?
I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me. Although I had no right to ask, my God knelt and answered me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
