Drums

Drumm drumm drumm Like fontomfrom Brumm brumm brumm Like fontomfrom From far and near we heard the heavy sound of drums They sound louder in our ear drums We could not refuse the message of the drums Or frown at the sight of the drums Because drums they are and forever they will be drums We believe that there is a time and a season We have no choice than to reason We wish we could run away from confusion for a season to reason In the midst of confusion, we wanted to get out Creeping, walking just to move out But days fly in and fly out In our darkest hour, we became weary Our hearts became heavy Our prayers fled calmly And we wept silently and miserably Sometimes we become cold But are told to be bold To trust the word, not the world For we believe that surely Our souls will rest peacefully Oh! The storm may stand as a barrier Luring us to surrender But, we fear not because we found hope in our deliverer and redeemer We take no notice of the slenderer Rather, we will stride to deliver Never ever shall we doubt or refuse our composition and position in our world of imagination and creation Oh! In pain, we remain in a season In faith, we will be delivered with a reason True it is that there is a time and a season And a season with a reason A reason behind a mission And mission to be carried to a destination For in season We weep for a reason And in season We will arrive at our destination!