It seems that through the years of man
And each day you have had a plan,
Yet I ask, “Where’s the great I Am?”
The forces dark forever stand
Against your people in the land
Beyond the reach of your strong hand.
And often your good people hide
From evil’s devastating tide
That wipes the righteous ones aside.
When will you come and help us all,
Defeating evil, standing tall,
Victory singing out your call?
Your help must ever come to me
To be as patient as can be
Until your coming, Lord, I see.
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