Vārdi: Rebecca St. James. A Cold Heart Turns.

Power thunder, lightning bolts
Rushing wind, a waterfall
Babies' cry a mother's tears
Humming river, rustling leaves

He's calling loud and clearly
He's saying, "Won't you hear me?"
We see Him everywhere
And still we roll on by

Winter snow, a fire's warmth
Summer's day, a cold heart turns
Peaceful place, a helping hand
Kindly words, a smiling face

He's calling loud and clearly
He's saying, "Won't you hear me?"
We see Him everywhere
And still we roll on by

He was God but one of us
A king who had a servant's heart
Born to die, so we might live
His reason was His Father's will

He's calling loud and clearly
He's saying, "Won't you hear me?"
We see Him everywhere
And still we roll on by

He's calling loud and clearly
He's saying, "Won't you hear me?"
We see Him everywhere
And still we roll on by

Power thunder, lightning bolts
Rushing wind, a waterfall
Winter snow, a fire's warmth
Summer's day, a cold heart turns