“Through wind, water and gale we will not give up”
Together now, we are on a journey Vowing to find our Father, A sea we must pass and a desert With three rivers and a hill to Cross… Coming to the harbor, stepping On land, we continue our quest…
The sun beats down as we trudge Along, grateful we are doing this Together…
A little water to drink, Laying down to sleep It is cold Even snakes and lizards crawl Into their holes…
A sea and desert we have passed Now three rivers we forge But we will not give up, Through wind, water and gale We have searched…now only a
Hill with a cross is left Lifting our arms to the heavens Angels do their bidding, “There you will find your Father!”
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