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Whispered screams of hopelessness
Lifted to the timbers,
Hopes are crashing to the ground
Burned dreams 
In smoldering embers,
And Yesterday's joys remembered.

"Is it the end?! Oh Lord, my Friend?"
These prayers are lifted Up to You, 
At night, and all the day long through

There's raging on the roads and streets,
Shuttered hearts hide beneath sheets,
Roofs are crashing to the ground,
Though silently. without a sound.

A great reset
A great depression?
Hearts tremble at the devastation.

Reach out now, we reach to You
In whispered screams the whole world through
You own the cattle on a thousand hills,
We seek You Lord, to do Your will.

Love the Lord with all your might,
Love your neighbor and hold on tight.
The Lord will lead us through this plight,
Eyes on Him, we'll be alright.

As these words raced through my mind,
I found a love so deep and kind,
The One Who hung the stars and sky
Seemed to sing a lullaby,
Unto my heart, and so I share
He's here my friend, and He is there

He holds the world in His hands,
Nail scarred; of sorrow? Understands.
You are there, across this earth,
I am here...but of His Birth?
We celebrated days ago, Jesus loves
You, this I know.

Born, lived, died for you, for me.
This life's a vapor, with surety
 He prevails, eternally

There is hope across the nations
We are all of His creation
The stars are shining through the night,
He's there for you, please hold on tight.
I pray that you will see the light,
And that you and yours will be alright.

God bless you friend, wherever you are
No matter what, it's not too far
For God to hear my prayer for you,
That He will keep and lead you through
The darkness of this present day,
He sees your heart, He hears you pray.

He hears the frantic whispered screams
Through decades past, a fleeting dream
Through nightmares, earthquake,
Virus, wars,
A billion hearts, hind' a billion doors,

Can we grasp the gentle care?
That God is here, and God is there?
That though the world pass away 
Upon it's own appointed day
That His is breath and His is life
Past the tears and current strife?

I hope that you may clearly see,
He loves you dear,
Most utterly.
He loves us all, He's on His throne,
A thousand cattle He calls His own
Upon a thousand distant hills,
Through sunshine bright
And winters chills

The birds lift up their crystal praise
All their few but joyful days
What hope have they from day to day?
He cares for them,
He hears you pray. 
He's on the very other side
Of this earth's ever ebbing tide.

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