I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight 
Tall trees are bending to your will tonight 
Let the mighty bow down 
At the thundering sound of your voice 

I can hear the howling wind and feel the rain tonight 
Every drop a prophet in your name tonight 
And the words that they sing 
They are washing me clean, but 

How long until this curtain is lifted? 
How long is this the song that we sing? 
How long until the reckoning? 

And I know you hear the cries of every soul tonight 
You see the teardrops as they roll tonight 
Down the faces of saints 
Who grow weary and faint in your fields 

And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight 
But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight 
Down the faces of saints 
Who grow weary and faint in your fields 

And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight 
But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight 
I believe You will come 
Your justice be done, but how long? 

You are holiness and grace 
You are fury and rest 
You are anger and love 
You curse and you bless 
You are mighty and weak 
You are silence and song 
You are plain as the day, 
But you have hidden your face-- 
For how long? How long? 

And I am standing in the stillness of the reckoning 
The storm is past and rest is beckoning 
Mighty God, how I fear you 
How I long to be near you, O Lord 

How long until the burden is lifted? 
How long is this the song that we sing? 
How long until the reckoning? 
And I know that I don't know what I'm asking 
But I long to look you full in the face 
I am ready for the reckoning