Worshipful Fear

The mountains with it's lofty heights.
Its hidden crags and lovely sights.
Standing firm through all the years.
Holding stories of blood and tears.

But in all its snow-capped glory.
Its paths and summits are gory.
Dangerous forces ring its rocky peaks.
Heed its warning whenever it speaks.

Similar and different the vast and might ocean.
Every inch of it is in endless motion.
A source of life for all that breath.
Filled with dreams and death it seethes.

Respect is must if you wish to survive.
You offer up life when into it you dive.
Not a few lives has it's waters claimed.
Even the most skill walk away maimed.

Quick and ever changing is the perilous storm.
A display of pure power in elegant form.
Unspeakable destruction to those in its path.
Stripping the life from all in its wrath.

Needed for growth is its drenching rain.
To produce without it is nearly in vain.
A will of its own, we are at its mercy.
So above us there is no controversy.

Worshipful fear, deserves each one in turn.
This truth I am sharing do not spurn.
A balance must be struck between fear and love.
Though none are as great as God above.