He thunders after me roaring, cursing my name;

Closer, closer, grumbling, crashing, screaming;

Does He sense that I can sense Him?

My heart quickens, my fear heightens,

My hands tremble, my pulse pounds-

Threatening to gush forth- leaving me stranded

Leaving me helpless, leaving me lifeless.

To face His wrath, holy, or otherwise;

And how can it be thus, holy?

For I am to Him as the ant or mosquito is to me;

As it dances upon myself, amusing to mine eyes-

Until out of malice or of fright it bites;

And with reckless anger, and nary a thought,

Its life is extinguished at my hands.

Such is why I run from His might roar

Desperate to escape His clutch;

For to be in His grasp-

Ultimately as thrilling as it may be-

Can only mean my certain doom.

And His army, His soldiers abound-

They are everywhere,

And seek you out wherever you may tred;

The sky is filled with His voice

The sea is filled with His might

The land is filled with His reach.

When you hear Him coming-

As His feet thunders through the sky-

When you see His flame,

When you feel His breath-

It is best you seek shelter,