Floods crashing, the people lashing,
People hurting, world crashing.
Trust Him when all else fails,
He will be there when all other bails.
Trusting when all becomes dust,
We must continue to trust.
We forget often times,
Amongst all the hate and crimes.
Though it was hard to trust long ago,
We in His death, have our salvation to show.
For we have put our faith things unseen,
But by His blood, we have been made clean.
Through the hurting and the pain,
We have lost our flesh, our soul to gain.
For though it hurts, we will stand,
We will go forth into this desolate land.
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