Reckoning - Andrew Peterson
I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight Tall trees are bending to your will tonight Let the mighty bow down At the thundering sound of your voice I can hear the howling wind and feel the rain tonight Every drop a prophet in your name tonight And the words that they sing They are washing me clean, but How long until this curtain is lifted? How long is this the song that we sing? How long until the reckoning? And I know you hear the cries of every soul tonight You see the teardrops as they roll tonight Down the faces of saints Who grow weary and faint in your fields And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight Down the faces of saints Who grow weary and faint in your fields And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight I believe You will come Your justice be done, but how long? You are holiness and grace You are fury and rest You are anger and love You curse and you bless You are mighty and weak You are silence and song You are plain as the day, But you have hidden your face-- For how long? How long? And I am standing in the stillness of the reckoning The storm is past and rest is beckoning Mighty God, how I fear you How I long to be near you, O Lord How long until the burden is lifted? How long is this the song that we sing? How long until the reckoning? And I know that I don't know what I'm asking But I long to look you full in the face I am ready for the reckoning
Artist: Andrew Peterson
Title: Reckoning