Thunder

From my mothers wonb to quarter age

Had the book but didn’t flip the page

My eyes yjer see but my spirit strays

And on my knees I finally see, I finally see

That we walk by faith and not by sight

Breathe in our fear and then steer clear

In brookeness we can finally share

And with love we can truly repair, truly repair

So roar you when thunder

Break these chains from under and be free

Trumpets sound in victory

Sinners shout ther defeat and are free

The scars you left for my eyes to see

For the doubter I was to be

Hand in hand I sink in disbelief

That all along you were um place to be

My place to be