The Great Storm is Over - Bob Franke
The thunder and lightning gave voice to the night
The little lame child cried aloud in her fright
"Hush, little baby, a story I'll tell
Of a love that has vanquished the powers of hell..."
[Chorus]
Alleluia, the great storm is over,
Lift up your wings and fly!
Alleluia, the great storm is over,
Lift up your wings and fly!
Sweetness in the air, and justice on the wind,
Laughter in the house where the mourners had been
The deaf shall have music, the blind have new eyes
The standards of death taken down by surprise...
[Repeat Chorus]
Release for the captives, an end to the wars,
New streams in the desert, new hope for the poor
The little lame children will dance as they sing,
And play with the bears and the lions in spring...
[Repeat Chorus]
Hush, little baby, let gp of your fear,
The Lord loves his own, and your mother is here,
The child fell asleep as the lantern did burn
The mother sang on til her bridegroom's return...
[Repeat Chorus]
© 1982 Robert J. Franke, Telephone Pole Music (BMI)