Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota hills
The angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
Yeah they danced on Jacob’s stairs
And there is this silence in the badlands
And over Kansas, the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
By the whisper of a prayer
And the single Hawk bursts into flight
And in the East, the whole horizon is in flames
And I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I can hear the prairies calling out Your name
I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And there is fury in a pheasants wings
There is fury in a pheasants wings
And it tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there’s still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love than can make the Heavens ring
I’ve seen love make Heaven ring.
Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the keeper of the plains
And I feel the thunder in the sky
See the sky about to rain
I can hear the prairies callin’ out Your name
In the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever, ‘till you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners
This old world, and shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope
The hope that this thirst will not last long
But it will soon drown into song, not sung in vain
And I feel the thunder in the sky,
See the sky about to rain,
And I can hear the prairies callin’ out Your name
And I know this thirst will not last long
It will soon drown into song, not sung in vain
And I feel the thunder in the sky,
See the sky about to rain,
And with the prairies I am callin’ out Your name
Song by Rich Mullins, performed by Andrew Peterson.
(Source: store.rabbitroom.com)
