I heard a call like thunder
Tear through the dark clouds,
In the misty fog of the summer
It was the roar of Judah’s Lion
I heard His footsteps like drums
Tread on the dried forest leaves,
In the mucky waters of the Sahara
They were footsteps of the King
Then I saw a face like lightening
Flash through the sightly skies
In the sunny days of the winter
And it was the face of the Saviour
So I stood there, dead in my tracks,
Stark naked before His eyes, yet
Unashamed and glad to be found
