To see elationnSpread across your timeless facenBe proud of menProud of what I tried to becomenRegardless of our heavy heartsnWe’ll carry on we’ll carry onnRegardless of our anxious thoughtsnOn how we think it might all endnThe land is deadnOur backs are bentnOur eyes have turned from gray to rednStill the villages are crying outnWhat do they have to sing aboutnAre you gonna be with menI can hear them singing through the nightnDon’t be dancing with the devilnIn the pale moonlightnI can see the towns from way up herenThe little lights are burning brightlynAnd getting strongernThe children singing made up songsnBut they sound so familiarnThe son’s so familiarnHow long must we waitnHow great thou artnWe’ve been looking for connectionnCan we all break free from thisnThe situation the undercurrentnStop pulling me further and further awaynGod will not be called deadnHe will show himself strongnIn due time