When all that I am left with is but grief,
When not a ray of hope is visible;
When it seems that I am losing belief,
When not to sustain faith I am able;
When vile and vice rule the roost in the world,
When death and mayhem are let loose by bombs;
When forsaken is His eternal word,
When dwellings are converted into tombs;
Then, Lord, it is only your grace that brings
Peace to a dishevelled and saddened heart,
Which brightens up when Your glory it sings,
Aware, it is playing its humble part.
Lord, let there be freedom in each nation.
Let there be no forceful subjugation.
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