When fear breathes down our necks
Icy hand grips the child's mind,
Even friends and family turn to betray;
Poverty of hunger and thirst stalks this fallen land
Faith in God,
Belief in the Holy Words
Tested beyond imagined human strength.
Cries and tears of endurance
Forced on the faces of many "Jobs", rise up,
Perseverance of Elijah in this cold, harsh place.
Police state, fascist perversion,
Many slave prison camps spring up as poison mushrooms;
Heaven as hard as the new scorched desert earth.
Yet, we run into the arms of our Father,
Small the Shepherd's gate, narrow the road
Chosen Cross of Messiah, the cup we now fully drink.