A Cold Heart Turns
Rebecca St. James
Power, thunder, lightening bolts
Rushing wind, a waterfall
Baby's cry and mother's tears
Humming river, rustling leaves
He's calling loud and clearly
He's saying, "Won't you hear me?"
We see Him everywhere
And still we roll on by
Winter snow, a fire's warmth
Summer's day, a cold heart turns
Peaceful place, a helping hand
Kindly words, a smiling face
He was God but one of us
A king who had a servant's heart
Born to die so we might live
His reason was his Father's Will
Power, thunder, lightening bolts
Rushing wind, a waterfall
Winter snow, a fire's warmth
Summer's day, a cold heart turns