From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever 'til you see
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
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 And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

- “Calling Out Your Name” by Rich Mullins

16x20 unframed stretched canvas with painted edges.