Who looks to you and thinks himself mighty
Who listens to your voice and declares it silent
Who sees you face to face and is not turned to dust
Who knows your name and does not tremble?
For none can hear the thunder and shout louder
None can, with their breath, change the direction of the winds
No one can stand when the earth shudders and say, “No more!”
For no storm or earth quake will listen to that voice.
So I ask again, who can stand in your presence?
There is no arrogance that will not be broken
There is no confidence that will not be shaken
There is no pride that will not crumble and fall away.
For we, such beings made from dust and divine breath,
Will be compelled, by our very bones, to fall before you.
It will be in fear, in awe, in wonder, and in adoration,
That in that moment, we all raise our voices upwards.
“You alone are King. There is no other.
You alone are worthy. There is none greater.
You alone are Lord, Master, Creator, and Owner of all.
You alone are God. Have mercy on me!”