ON THE WINGS OF THE STORM

*O worship the King,

All glorious above.

And gratefully sing

His power and His love.

Our Shield and Defender

The Ancient of Days,

Pavilion in splendor

And girded with praise.

O tell of His might,

O sing of His grace,

whose robe is the light,

whose canopy is space.

His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form.

Dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

        One day in Heaven at the throne of God, surrounded by vibrant colors like a rainbow, angels of the Heavenly court presented themselves to God.  Satan the Accuser came with them, no doubt to point out the faults of God’s children on earth.

            However God beat him to the draw, “So Satan,” God said, “have you seen my servant Job?  He is the finest man in all the earth. He is blameless, a man of…