The American singer-songwriter Rich Mullins (1955-1997) composed a body of songs that were generally contemporary in their style, but often timeless in the depth of their content. His rhapsodies about the praises of God in nature are poetry in their own right, sometimes calling to mind the work of such earlier authors as Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Calling Out Your Name
by Rich Mullins
Psalm 19:1-6, Psalm 65:5-13
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
Friday, July 25, 2008
Poetry: Rich Mullins, "Calling Out Your Name"
Posted by Jeff Moss at 5:24 PM
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2 comments:
Wow, that was beautiful. I especially liked the part about the pheasant. There is a real wonder in being startled by a pheasant's flight.
Amen.
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