Calling Out Your Name

We were coming back across Kansas in 1988 when my friend, Rich Mullins was writing this song (Calling Out Your Name). I vaguely remember him strumming it on his mandolin. I'm just reminded again how precious friendships are, how majestic God is and His marvelous creation. I also can't help but to reflect, again, on family and my growing up years~the good, the bad and the ugly.

Dear reader...enjoy the words below:

Well the moon moved past Nebraska

And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills

And angels danced on Jacob's statirs

Yeah, they dance on Jacob's stairs

There is this silence in the Badlands

And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled

By the whisper of a prayer

The whisper of a prayer

And single hawk bursts into flight

And in the east the whole horizon is in flames

I feel thunder in the sky

I see the sky about to rain

And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble

Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves

And the fury in the pheasant's wings

And there's fury in a pheasant's wings

It tells me the Lord is in His temple

And there is still a faith that can make the mountains

And a love that can make the heavens ring

And I've seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet

Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the Plains (this is a statue in Wichita)

I feel thunder in the sky

I see the sky about to rain

And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers

You can look sometimes forever 'til 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 home that this thirst will not last long

That it will soon drown in the songs not sung in vain

And I feel thunder in the sky

I see the sky about to rain

And I hear the prairies calling out Your name