In this world the saints are suffering:
Families leave them, kids rebel,
Neighbors rob them at gunpoint,
Hope of children are ripped away from them,
Sudden death griefs them,
Bodies fail them,
In their absolute saddness, in every tear,
I hear a strong anthem emerge,
God is good and Jesus is the treasure of their heart,
Their portion forever,
The Word of the Lord is their hope,
I see their souls rejoice in your promises,
My heart breaks for these saints,
My prayers they have,
Oh Lord come wipe these sorrows away
and thank you for these saints,
whose steadfastness shows me your glory clearer.
(okey, leon, ted, dan, don)
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