He flew across the sky, riding on a Cherub angel racing on the wings of the wind.
You built your home above them. You use the thick clouds like a chariot and ride across the sky on the wings of the wind.
The Lord is King, so let the nations shake with fear. He sits as King above the Cherub angels, so let the whole earth shake.
Shepherd of Israel, listen to us. You lead your people like sheep. You sit on your throne above the Cherub angels. Let us see you.
Lord, tear open the skies and come down. Touch the mountains, and smoke will rise from them.
Some people don’t follow you. They don’t wear your name. And we have been like them for a very long time.