If I Stand...

"…From the place where morning gathers, you can look sometimes forever ‘til you see—what time may never know—how the Lord takes by its corners this old world and shakes us forward—shakes us free—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. I feel the thunder in the sky—I see the sky about to rain—and I hear the prairies calling out Your name. I know this thirst will not last long—that it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain. I feel the thunder in the sky—I see the sky about to rain—and with the prairies I am calling out Your name."