Who is our Great God—Lyrics in Description

Verse 1 In the wild winds of creation, where the rivers roar and run, The fool denies the fire in the sky, but the truth's already won. From the heather hills to the conscience deep within your chest, Genesis whispers at the dawn: "In the beginning, God confessed." He stands at the edge of the world, with a holy, knowing grace. Who is God? The Supreme, the Ruler of the storm! Self-existent flame, in power, goodness, wisdom born! From the cross to the cosmos, He's the roar in every vein. Who is God? Oh, the question burns like whiskey rain! (Who is God? Who is God? Echo through the night!) Think Him wrong, and you're carving idols from the clay. Like the wicked in the Psalms, mistaking shadow for the day. He's the Creator's hand, the Weaver of the endless thread, Ruler of the realms unseen, where the living fear the dead. Not like us, not frail or fleeting, no mirror to our sin, The Supreme Being calls from the mist: "Let the knowing begin." Bridge Spirit wild, intangible as the fog on Galway Bay, One in Three: Father, Son, and Spirit's fiery way. Infinite as stars o'er the Cliffs of Moher's edge, Incomparable, unchanging – time's a beggar at His ledge. Everywhere in the whisper, knows the secrets of your soul, All power in His thunder, making broken spirits whole. Who is God? The Supreme, the Ruler of the storm! Self-existent flame, in power, goodness, wisdom born! From the cross to the cosmos, He's the roar in every vein, Who is God? Oh, the question burns like whiskey rain! (Who is God? Who is God? Just as the judge in the hall of stars, with a gavel forged in light, Loving like the prodigal's return, pulling shadows from the night. Truth Himself, no lie can stand in His unyielding gaze. Holy fire, no darkness dims His everlasting blaze. Compassion's tear in the Comforter's sigh, mercy's boundless sea, Grace that floods the sinner's shore – forgiveness, wild and free. He hates the rot of wrong, yet offers the healer's balm. In the quiet of the chapel, He calms the raging psalm. Bridge 2 Can't know the heart without the hands that shaped the sodden earth, Created from the void's dark maw, gave the stars their fiery birth. Sustains the spin of every world, holds the fragile breath we take, Eternal plan unfolds like mist—redemption for sin's cruel stake. Draws the lost through shadowed vales to the Son's redeeming call, Disciplines the wayward child, and one day judges all. From Eden's gate to Armageddon's pyre, His works declare the why. Past, present, future—God's the pulse that never says goodbye. Verse 4 In the Son, the flesh took form, God walked the dusty road. Bridge o'er the chasm wide and deep, where mortal fears erode. Through His wounds, the sins dissolve like dew at morning's light. Reconciled in rebel's grace, from death to endless flight. Fullness dwells in carpenter's frame, the Deity in bone and blood. Look to Jesus, weary wanderer—in His eyes, the face of God. No other path through the veil torn wide, no savior but the King, Eternal life in whispered prayer: "Let the knowing bells now ring. Who is God? The Supreme, the Ruler of the storm! Self-existent flame, in power, goodness, wisdom born! From the cross to the cosmos, He's the roar in every vein. Who is God? Oh, the question burns like whiskey rain! Who is God? Who is God? In Jesus, we proclaim! Who is God? ( The bridge, the fire, the name!) "In the beginning... Who is God?" "The fact? He's here. The truth? He's near. Look to the Son, and disappear into the mystery.") SacredStringsRock/ Written by Paul and Susan Lee