Before the Throne

If your wrath were against the mountains,
How should they stand?
If your anger were against the rivers,
Would they not dry up?

Should you turn your back on the sun,
It would grow cold in the sky.
Were you to withhold your blessing,
The trees and the grass would perish.

And if your displeasure was with me,
What could I do?
If another had not taken my place,
How should I stand?