THUNDER THE MEMORIES AND THE LIGHT
4:30 In the morning listening to the rain outside
Quiet massaging thunder rumbling to distill the night
Do we consider the thunder as the fury of God or His love
O’ listen to the somber drum roll fading off into the night
Thunder the voice of an Angel singing, or a warning of might
The flash of light it can and will change your life from that time
A near miss, a near that didn’t, you tend to remember the pain
Is it a wondrous thing that you got lit up and yet you survived
In the rumbles deep and low you wonder why you’re still alive
Did the Lord steer the light so we could see our own darkness inside
To The Scepter Above do we humbly and meekly bow even now
Is it guilt, shame or pride, do we hear the Devil laughing at us now
Our final tally sheet, did we end up doing more good than harm
Something as simple as choking on one’s own spit we can die
None knows if once again we will hear the thunder role then light
Thunder the last thing we hear tonight, or is it forever goodbye