When that storm comes a knocking, converging and stalking, it’s no time to cut and run.
There’s no stunt double to face the coming trouble and things have only now just begun.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
When you break for pause to understand the cause, we have all had a part in the play.
There’s an action plan to follow, no allowance for wallow, it’s work and effort with pray.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
When it’s beyond the crowned even the renowned, and the masses are mesmerized.
It’s you and it’s me, yes the called like we, the Creator seems to use the unrecognized.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
After that first black eye and no reason to be shy, there’s a Revelation ripe to deliver.
It’s roil and toil to clear that topsoil, and in the end perhaps just part of being a giver.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
So then what do you say, are you ready for the day, indeed it’s certainly our’s to botch?
For when we give an account, one day on that mount, we can say it “not on our watch!”
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
The Presence 