The Most High God

Upon the waves of the oceans
Rides the saints of Christ
The angels’ wings beat the winds
The saints roll forth from the waves
That beat against the shore

Even the hardest of elements
Are broken and smoothed
By the never ending waves
Wearing, smoothing, polishing making clean

So that no jagged edges can be there
To cut the foot of the most high god
Time is as nothing and is never ending
All will be made smooth
All will be made clean

For even the hardest of metal rusts
Turn back into that
From whence it came

Boulders become rocks
Rocks become stones
Stones become pebbles
Pebbles become as sand
Sand is then made as dust

Dust is then blown on the winds
To distant lands
Where plants shall take root
Bring forth fruit
That is of god
The most high god of all
Jehovah

© Thunder Wolf (Keith Larocque)