When Israel went out from Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange language, Judah became God’s sanctuary, Israel his dominion. The sea looked and fled; Jordan turned back. The mountains skipped like rams, the hills like lambs. Why is it, O sea, that you flee? O Jordan that you turn back? O mountains that you skip like rams? O hills, like lambs? Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob, who turns the rock into a pool of water, the flint into a spring of water.
Food For Thought:
When I read this passage of Scripture, the words that stick out for me are “Tremble, O earth at the presence of the Lord.” How do you tremble in the presence of the Lord? This is a beautiful piece of poetry. Today, I would encourage you to write a poem of praise to God.
Creator of the universe, you made the world in beauty and restored all things in glory through the victory of Jesus Christ. We pray that, wherever your image is still disfigured by poverty, sickness, selfishness, war, and greed, the new creation in Jesus Christ may appear in justice, love, and peace, to the glory of your name. In your precious name we pray. Amen.