Saturday, August 16, 2008
Reflections on Habakkuk 3:8-13
Yahweh comes with a still, small voice
Urging us, even us to come,
Calling us with his holy word,
Promising what we truly need.
Yahweh comes with a trumpet sound
Mighty mountains will all fall flat,
Plagues will come on the rebel hosts,
Nations falling like rotted trees.
Yahweh comes and the sun stands still
Nations fall from his wrath and ire.
Evil cringes before his will;
Righteous all now are saved at last.
Was Yahweh displeased with the rivers?
Was your anger against the rivers,
or your wrath against the sea,
that you rode on your horses,
on your chariots of salvation?
You uncovered your bow.
You called for your sworn arrows.
You split the earth with rivers.
The mountains saw you, and were afraid.
The storm of waters passed by.
The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
The sun and moon stood still in the sky,
at the light of your arrows as they went,
at the shining of your glittering spear.
You marched through the land in wrath.
You threshed the nations in anger.
You went forth for the salvation of your people,
for the salvation of your anointed.
You crushed the head of the land of wickedness.
You stripped them head to foot.
--Habakkuk 3:8-13, WEB