There's Fury in a Pheasant's Wings

Here in South Dakota, it is pheasant season. Mark and I went on our first pheasant hunt today. The weather today was overcast and rainy. Not ideal conditions for pheasant hunting. When it's like this they like to hunker down and they're not very active, so we only saw one, and the two of us with guns missed him! Anyway, you go for the experience, and if you get a few birds that's a bonus.

Here on the prairies of South Dakota, you won't find many people. Truth be known, we like it that way. Those of you that have never been to pheasant country maybe have never seen a pheasant in flight before... It is a magnificent bird. I'm a little pensive this evening, and I'm thinking about this Rich Mullin song. Enjoy.


Calling Out Your Name - Rich Mullins

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
Yeah they danced on Jacob’s stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And the single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
There’s fury in a pheasant’s wings
It tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I’ve seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever ’til you see
What time may never know
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
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
And I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name