Wings of the Wind

Praise the Lord O my soul
O Lord my God

You are very great
You are clothed in splendor and majesty
He wraps Himself in the light
Stretches the heavens out
And He lays the beams of His chambers on the waters

Chorus
He makes the clouds His chariots
And He rides on the wings of the wind
He makes the winds His messengers
And flames of fire His servants

He set the earth in it's place
It can never be moved
And He covered it with the deep
As with a garment
I will sing to the Lord
All of my life
I will sing praise to my God for as long as I live