the last test

when He speaks
void becomes form
nix becomes norm
days and weeks
order of things
all the earth sings
 
when He speaks
dark becomes night
day becomes light
mountain peaks
boldly ascend
valleys descend
   
by His Word
firmament space
marks the high base
whence my Lord
rules the whole sphere
heaven and here
   
by His Word
parts the dry land
from the wet strand
have you heard
sun, moon, and star
shout from afar?
   
His great voice
settles the seas
with graceful ease
by His choice
creatures on land
heed His Command
   
shapeless clay
melts in His hand
dust becomes man
to obey
measures the weight
of a man’s fate
   
from His work
solemn repose
so the world knows
that to shirk
His Day of Rest
is the last test…
   
© Copyright 2019 February 26
by Clyve A. Bowen