Habakkuk 3:2-13

YAHWEH, I know the things that have made you famous. I am stunned when I consider your miracles. Do them again in our day! Let this generation experience your mighty deeds. YAHWEH, show us your mercy even in this time of turmoil. God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. Pause in his presence The heavens blazed with the brightness of his glory while the earth echoed his praises. The brilliance of his glory is bright as the sun; twin bolts of lightning flash from his hand — there is the hiding place of his power. A plague marched in front of him; a consuming pestilence followed at his heels. When he stood up, the earth shook. At his glance, nations trembled, mountains crumbled, and age-old hills collapsed, but his paths are everlasting. In my vision, I saw the tents of Cushan trembling in distress and the tent curtains of the Midianites shaking in anguish. YAHWEH, was it the rivers that made you angry or stirred up your rage? Was it the sea that made you furious when you rode your horses and chariots of salvation? Your bow is strung and ready for action, and with a word, you commission your arrows to hit their mark. Pause in his presence You carved open the earth with rivers. The mountains saw you and trembled. Torrential rains flooded the earth; the ocean depths roared and lifted their waves on high. Sun and moon stood still in the sky when your speeding arrows flashed and your glittering spear gleamed. In your fury you marched across the earth, and in your anger you trampled the nations. You came to save your people, to win the victory with your Messiah. You crushed the head of the house of wickedness and stripped him from head to toe. Pause in his presence