The voice of God thunders down the mountaintops, it roars from the waves. It whirls across the prairies. The voice of God incinerates everything in its path.
The voice of God arcs across the buzzing sky. It swells above the coast. The earth trembles at God’s voice, and all who hear whisper awe to the unfathomable.
The voice of God strips the suburbs bare. It disrupts the work of mighty cities—causing metropolises to stagger and buckle.
God in the flooding streets, God in the raging flames. God in the gray ash descending, in the gathering darkness and the searing flash.
And in the preternatural early morning stillness, it is the voice of God that silently whispers peace.