in the Texas heat,
the lonesome wildflower laments,
“Let me go.”
The LORD reigneth; let the earth rejoice; let the multitude of isles be glad thereof.
In her vivid red dress
She worships with a rain dance
And cries out to the
So far away
Seated on His hard throne.
Clouds and darkness are round about Him: righteousness and judgment are the habitation of His throne. A fire goeth before Him, and He burneth up His enemies round about.
He answers, in the way Storm Gods do:
He sends lightning, and white roses:
His lighnings enlightened the world: the earth saw, and trembled. the hills melted like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the LORD of the whole earth.
gather together and join the soft song,
twirling in their beautiful gowns,
moved by the strong wind.
Zion heard, and was glad; and the daughters of Judah rejoiced because of thy judgments, O LORD.
They pray without ceasing.
Huge congregations longing to be free.
They watch the live oak (liberty) rise up
in whatever direction he wishes.
For thou, LORD, art high above all the earth: thou art exalted far above all gods.
Bluebonnet covers the fields
With her dreamy purple imagination,
Singing hymns with the Paintbrushes
That sweat great drops of red on the hillsides.
The worshiper’s weary petals float away on the wind.
Goldenrod joins her hands with them as they pray, to encourage them.
Ye that love the LORD, hate evil: He preserveth the souls of His saints; He delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked.
The Storm God answers
With lightning and white roses.
Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.
The Indian Paintbrush dances on the hills
With her beautiful friend,
Praying to the Storm God,
And waiting for the rain.
Rejoice in the LORD, ye righteous; and give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness.