Listen, Heavens, I have something to tell you.
Attention, Earth, I've got a mouth full of words.
My teaching, let it fall like a gentle rain,
my words arrive like morning dew,
Like a sprinkling rain on new grass,
like spring showers on the garden.
For it's God's Name I'm preaching—
respond to the greatness of our God!
The Rock: His works are perfect,
and the way he works is fair and just;
A God you can depend upon, no exceptions,
a straight-arrow God.
His messed-up, mixed-up children, his non-children,
throw mud at him but none of it sticks.
Don't you realize it is God you are treating like this?
This is crazy; don't you have any sense of reverence?
Isn't this your father who created you,
who made you and gave you a place on Earth?
But God himself took charge of you,
took you on as his personal concern.
He found you out in the wilderness,
in an empty, windswept wasteland.
He threw his arms around you,
lavished attention on you,
guarding you as the apple of his eye.
He was like an eagle hovering over its nest,
overshadowing its young,
Then spreading its wings, lifting them into the air,
teaching them to fly.
God alone led you;
there was not a foreign god in sight.
God lifted him onto the hilltops,
so you could feast on the crops in the fields.
He fed you honey from the rock,
oil from granite crags,
Curds of cattle and the milk of sheep,
the choice cuts of meat.
"Do you see it now? Do you see that I'm the one?
Do you see that there's no other god beside me?
I bring death and I give life, I wound and I heal—
there is no getting away from or around me!
I raise my hand in solemn oath;
I say, 'I'm always around. '"
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