When I was just a little child playing in my room br I saw the sudden lightning strike and heard the thunder boom br I'd run out to the front porch to sit and watch the show br Awed by Mother Nature and the power that would go br From neighborhood to neighborhood with most amazing speed br Like some ferocious rider tracking quickly on his steed br br These battles always ended with fresh breeze and starry skies br As winds no longer whistled and clouds no longer cried br What fun it was to sit and watch as storm clouds gathered quickly br And yes I do still sit in awe though I am old and sickly br I still shudder at the power and the violence of the storms br And still imagine evil armies in the shadows that they form br br Yet soon I know that I will watch my final conflagration br As I move ever closer to my cosmic destination br For yes I know that lives move on with storm-like speed and fury br And finally we wait for God to be our final jury br Let it be said of us that we were lightning and were thunder br As we marched boldly through our lives while others fell asunderbr br Richard Lackmanbr br