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Calling out Your Name Lyrics
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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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I'm not sure if the following is what Rich Mullins was going for, but it's something that resonates with me.
While the content of the verses focuses on creating a mental image of God's splendor as visible throughout creation, to me the chorus seems to be more pointed, more specific. It paints a picture of a field, over which a storm is about to let loose its rain. Past the somewhat cliche exterior lies a deep reflection of our response to trials and darkness.
Consider these lines:
"I feel the thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name"
Imagine standing in a field with massive stormclouds hanging overhead. The sky is dark as they obscure the sun, and you can feel their rumbling thunder as it seems to shake the earth under your feet. You anticipate what will happen next, as we all know the rain will fall soon, and by the looks of the clouds, it will be no small drizzle. In the midst of this terrible sight, you sense the most peculiar thing - the fields are calling out to God. Not in fear, not in desperation, but in anticipation. See, the fields know who made the thunderclouds. It's the same Creator of the moon, the mountains, the rivers, the buffaloes, the pheasants. The fields can see, that not only is God present in the storm, He brings it to the field as provision and as sustenance, that they may grow from it. How often we see storms in our lives, yet forget to see God's providence in them and through them. "And with the prairies I am calling out Your name"