THE GREAT STORM IS OVER
(learned in the 2000s from singing at Friends Meeting; written by Bob Franke in 1982)
The thunder and lightning gave voice to the night,
Sweetness in the air and justice on the wind
Release for the captives, an end to the wars
Hush little baby, let go of your fear,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
The little lame child cried aloud in her fright,
Hush little baby, a story I'll tell,
Of a love that has conquered the powers of hell.
Alleluia, the great storm is over,
Lift up your wings and fly!
Alleluia, the great storm is over,
Lift up your wings and fly!
Laughter in the house where the mourners have been
The deaf shall have music, the blind have new eyes
The standards of death taken down by surprise.
Alleluia, the great storm is over...
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.
Alleluia, the great storm is over...
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.
Alleluia, the great storm is over...