The scalding wind across the Jordan blew,

with angry breath, a thunderous, rumbling sound,

“I am the God of them as well of you.”

“I am the God of every shape and hue,

a shepherd joyful with each lost lamb found,”

the scalding wind across the Jordan blew.

“Remember, when you hold to what is true,

they may err while good, you sin while right.

I am the God of them as well of you.”

“Faithful listeners hear my Word, those few

bring love despite they suffer scorn or fright,”

the scalding wind across the Jordan blew.

Chastened, my humbled wisdom overdue,

committing to convert and not condemn,

the scalding wind across the Jordan blew,

“I am the God of them as well of you.”