A psalm of David.
Ascribe to the LORD, mighty sons born of heaven,
ascribe to Jehovah all glory and might.
Ascribe to the LORD's name the glory that's due him;
and worship the LORD in his holiness bright.
The voice of the LORD echoes over the waters;
God's thunderous glory roars over the sea.
The powerful voice of Jehovah is awesome;
the voice of Jehovah: supreme majesty.
The voice of the LORD snaps the mightiest cedars;
the cedars of Lebanon, splintered and torn.
He makes so that Lebanon skips like a heifer;
and Sirion jump like a young unicorn.
The voice of the LORD strikes with flashes of lightning.
The voice of the LORD makes the wilderness shake;
Jehovah makes wastelands of Kadesh to tremble,
the voice of the LORD causes deserts to quake.
The voice of the LORD makes deer calve prematurely,
it twists the strong trunks and the limbs of the oak;
the voice of Jehovah strips bare every forest,
and shouts from his temple of, "Glory!" are spoke.
The LORD sits enthroned on the depths of the Deluge;
the LORD reigns as King and his rule shall not cease.
The LORD will give power and strength to his people;
Jehovah will bless his own people with peace.
This poem was a finalist in the February 2021 poetry contest