Calling Out Your Name by Rich Mullins
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

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Well the moon moved past Nebraska 
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And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota hills 
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And the angels danced on Jacob's stairs
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Yeah they danced on Jacob's stairs 
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There is the silence in the badlands 
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And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled 
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With the whisper of a prayer, whisper of a prayer
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And a single hawk burst into flight 
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And in the east the whole horizon is in flame


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I feel the thunder in the sky
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And see the sky about to rain
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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 
Yeah there's fury in the pheasant's wings 
And 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 
Yeah I've seen love make Heaven ring
Where the secret rivers meet 
beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains

I feel the thunder in the sky
And see the sky about to rain 
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

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From the place where morning gathers 
You can look sometimes forever till you see
What time may never know 
What time may never know 
How the Lord takes by its corners 
This whole 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 a song not sung in vain 

I feel the thunder in the sky
See the sky about to rain 
And I hear the prairies calling out your name 

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And I know this thirst will not last long 
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That it will soon drown in a song not sung in vain


I feel the thunder in the sky 
See the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out your name.