The times of our lives seem so uncertain
And yet, as the sky after fleeting rain,
A patch of blue can be seen on the horizon.
We are like a village after a terrible storm.
We walk as if in a trance to discover
That we are still here,
Unharmed and stronger than before.
Let us wait for our redemption
When we can worship together once more,
Clasping hands in faith and praising God
For his redemptive work
Has seen us through.