As the storm begins to rage all about
Winds of a new hurricane
Sudden waves as walls of power,
As our old friend Paul, we lift up bread to our Lord
Broken bread to our lips with prayers;
Not a hair of our heads to be lost,
The end sealed from the beginning.
Relentless waves of ill-feelings come against
Persecution as dark winds challenge
Cold rain runs down faces.
Hair and clothing soaked through by the world,
Yet, we stand strong.
Those with selfish cunning
Those clever in worldly forces seize the rudder
Drive the American ship onto the rocks,
Currency turned inside out, upside down
Dollar stripped naked and ruined
Inflation and famine and hardship,
Rioting in the cities
Treachary in high places
Fear in the neighborhoods
Violence all about,
Weeping eyes run dry of tears;
Eathquakes divide this land, ouir land
Foreign troops in ruthlessness seen,
But we, we will lift more bread in thanks
In the Name of the Lord our “strong tower”.