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voice cry out
Upon what fearsome note
does the voice of a stone call forth?
And how unjust
the iniquity of blood and of soul
to convoke such an a-respired cry?
Stop not your voice,
let none hold their peace!
What praises come from death?
and what silence opposes it?
Who stands as the champion of the dead?
There is nothing, no place
and no-one with the way to overwhelm us!
Let God rise up, and lift up His right hand!
Cry out your voice in praise!
Cry out for the rocks and the trees,
cry out for all creation who was fashioned without voice!
Let all breath praise Him,
and let all that is resound!
Let the stars of heaven shiver,
let the earth beneath us quake,
let creation swallow awe,
let morning be woken in its home
and the doors of heaven shake!
For I know the One
who wove the stars of the sky,
I have touched the hand
who laid the cornerstone of this earth.
I feel the One by whose way light is parted
and wind scatters over the earth.
I know His heart, who makes the rain,
and numbers clouds by His wisdom.
Praise be to Him
who can silence the earth before Him,
and hearts be poured out in worship.
For He is...
And He is our King.
There is none other,
and none can take His place.
~JLB
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