As fires rage, the world proclaims that all is well,
As kingdoms fall, My Seed stands tall, and shall prevail.
Though smitten, they return to Me, and give their all,
This Army lives, each joint supplies, so that none shall fall.
And I’ve broken thee, that you might set others free,
And I’ve wounded thee, so My Life they can see.
But all that I have torn, I’ll heal and I’ll restore,
My glory, I’ll set on thee, a righteous Seed you will be.
Copyright Bob and Charlotte Torango