Sovereign Storms

The word is against the land of Hadrak

And will come

to rest on Damascus

For the eyes of all people are on the Lord

And on Hamath

and Tyre and Sidon

Tyre has built herself a stronghold

Heaped up silver like dust

Gold like the dirt of the streets

But the Lord will take her possessions

And destroy

her power on the sea

Rejoice greatly daughter Zion

Shout daughter Jerusalem

See your king comes to you Righteous and victorious

Lowly and riding on a donkey

Proclaiming peace to the nations His rule will extend to the ends

of the earth

Return to your fortress prisoners of hope

I announce

I will restore twice as much

I will bend Judah as I bend my bow

Fill it with Ephraim

Rouse your sons Zion

Against your

sons Greece

Make you like a warrior's sword

Then the Lord will appear His arrow will flash like lightning

The Sovereign Lord will sound the trumpet

He will march in the storms of the south

The Lord Almighty will shield them

The Lord their God will save his people

Sparkle like jewels in a crown

How attractive and beautiful

Grain and new wine (ahhhh)