The sun gives to a darkened sky

Blood red are the tears we cry

So far from Your design

Oh God, hear me tonight


Though the waters rise

They will not pull me under

When the mountain slides

And crashes to the sea

I will lift my eyes

And call out to You, Father 

Be my covering


War-torn are the rags of every nation

Fear lives in the heart of every home

Louder than the groans of creation

Oh, my God, be the voice of hope