Calling Out Your Name

Rich Mullins

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    "Well the moon moved past Nebraska
    And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
    And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
    Yeah they danced 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 the 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 move
    And a love that can make the heavens ring
    And I've seen love make heaven ring

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    Where the sacred rivers meet
    Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
    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 hope that this thirst will not last long
    That it will soon drown in the song 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

    And I know this thirst will not last long
    That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
    I feel thunder in the sky
    I see the sky about to rain
    And with the prairies I am calling out Your name"

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    Composición: Rich Mullins

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