God Is a Mighty One

Dad blurts out in fright: "I don't know what to DO!?" Dad's abandoning God...and I'm striving, With all of my effort, but with little doubt, I assure dad that he's strong and he could always rely on us With all of this dread, without a doubt, Dad's hating the traffic...while he's driving God knows I'm very uncertain... And my garbage-like depression (misery) Outruns my cheerfulness again And our dejected repression (cruelty) God knows for certain we are uncertain... Our uncertainty zooms on and on... As our garbage-like obstacles Ship us away from happiness time and time again But, throughout the troublesome obstacles, God works with us dawn to dawn… And God knows what he’s doing, father! God knows we’ll win this fight with His might!