His Voice

In the beginning, His voice filled the silence.  His smallest whisper called forth substance from nothingness.  When He spoke, waves swelled and crashed against shore, mountains thundered forth from the deep, and galaxies burst into being.

At His word, the universe was formed; and by His word, He sustains it all.

Upon His continued command, planets spin, birds take flight, lightening flashes, and lungs draw breath.

It is at His charge that day follows night; it is by His decree that winter gives way to spring.

His voice alone commands the demons, heals the sick, beckons the dead, and quiets the storm.

                       

The simple utterance of His own holy name throws an army of soldiers to the ground.

And as His body hung broken, weighted heavy with the sin of the world, the same voice that had birthed the cosmos sounded the final victory cry:

"It is finished!"

At His declaration, the earth quaked, rocks were split, graves were opened, dead men walked, the veil of separation was torn in two, and the purchase of our freedom was complete.

The whole of creation answers back:

"And every creature which is in heaven and on the earth and under the earth and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, I heard saying:  'Blessing and honor and glory and power be to Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, forever and ever!'"  (Revelation 5:13)

Have you lifted your voice and joined the universal chorus?