Come celebrate my birthday with me.
Come celebrate my birthday with me.
I have seen the fires of hell burning in the distance.
Spreading across the prairie like a wild fire.
I’ve convinced myself it’s only an illusion.
But as I turn away I feel the heat upon my face.
I have seen this flood of sorrow begin as a tear.
Rushing down the mountains, across the plains, into a raging sea.
Tossing and turning each of us against the other.
And as I turn away I feel the spray upon my face.
I have heard this song of hatred begin as a whisper.
Starting as a voice and becoming a choir.
Growing louder until you can’t hear anything else.
And as I turn away I feel it ringing in my ears.
What spark began this fire?
What tear enraged the sea?
What note began this song in Oklahoma City?
I have seen the hope of God in a mother’s anguished face.
I have seen his work in a dirty, tired man.
I have felt his presence rise above the ash and the bones
Of Oklahoma City.