Gather trouble in the sky, From east to west nothing is dry. Darkness collides, piercing light, Loudness grows, hear the quiet. Struggle swirls in the thick, Surrounded fallen in sick. Counsel encompass through the red night Rise and follow the words in the fight. Is there a greater sight in the night through the clouds shines the greater light? Staging the grounds strait lines made right, Triune in heart and soul and might. Goodness pours slicing the sky The burden of blessing missed in the night, Still the wake in the face of the light, Colors bend round ending the fight. Drips filling kneeling at the pew All my springs are in you.
