the lightning lives when you speak.the clouds mold beneath your touch.
your power thunders in the sky,
works of majestic wonder and beauty
brought forth from your imagination,
spoken into life.
the lightning shows your glory,
the thunder proclaims your wonder,
the very storms obey you.
who can deny your majesty
when it is written in the skies?
i gladly woship the maker of skies,
the creator of storms,
almighty and powerful is my amazing God!