Thunder
(Rich Mullins)
You walked in when the prophets had grown tired
Of being so inspired and never being heard.
Coming on to a world confused and shattered,
You gave this earth back her sense of her own worth.
You sang to her and You comforted her people.
You brought down the sweetest sounds she's ever heard.
They walked with You when You dwelt among the humble.
And, I wish I could have been there to have heard.
You were born just a baby in a manger..
No motorcade or fanfare, just a song up in the sky.
The shepherds flocked around there just to see You.
But, You set them all free, too. You gave them all sight!
You spoke so true. You sat among the teachers.
They marveled so! They could not believe their eyes.
And, then somehow they thought they wanted to ignore You.
But, what they heard could not be denied.
You sounded like thunder when You cleared the temple.
You sounded like thunder sometimes when you prayed.
And, when You wept Your voice was gentle as the music
On a dove's wings when she flies away.
Looking out, Your eyes filled with compassion,
You, God, looked for Adam hiding in his guilt.
And, sitting down on a mountain You spoke gently
Even when we looked for ways to have You killed!
You loved us, Lord! How did we ever miss it?
You were so clearly God; it was all so very plain.
If we could read the red sky in the evening,
How is it that we couldn't even tell it was going to rain?
You sounded like thunder when You cleared the temple.
You sounded like thunder sometimes when you prayed.
Looking out, Your eyes filled with compassion,
You, God, looked for Adam hiding in his guilt.
And, sitting down on a mountain You spoke gently
Even when we looked for ways to have You killed!
You loved us, Lord! How did we ever miss it?
You were so clearly God; it was all so very plain.
If we could read the red sky in the evening,
How is it that we couldn't even tell it was going to rain?
You sounded like thunder when You cleared the temple.
You sounded like thunder sometimes when You prayed.
And, when You wept Your voice was gentle as the music
On a dove's wings when she flies away.
©richmullinsongs
