Bravo, God, bravo! Gods and all angels shout, “Encore!” In awe before the glory,
in awe before God’s visible power.
Stand at attention!
Dress your best to honor him! God thunders across the waters,
Brilliant, his voice and his face, streaming brightness—God, across the flood waters. God’s thunder tympanic,
God’s thunder symphonic. God’s thunder smashes cedars,
God topples the northern cedars. The mountain ranges skip like spring colts,
The high ridges jump like wild kid goats. God’s thunder spits fire. God thunders, the wilderness quakes;
He makes the desert of Kadesh shake. God’s thunder sets the oak trees dancing
A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches.
We fall to our knees—we call out, “Glory!” Above the floodwaters is God’s throne
from which his power flows,
from which he rules the world. God makes his people strong.
God gives his people peace.
A David psalm (Psalm 29:1-11 MSG)