Where’s my Hope…beneath the rubble?
Where do I find Strength in this complete destruction?
How can Courage exist when death surrounds me?
How can I see God, in the faces of despair?
“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms”
In the fallen buildings, I am in the dust
In the eyes of orphans, I am the innocent reflection
In the fresh laid tombs, I am still eternal Life
In the souls of the lost, I am the Grace to press on
“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms”
I am the hands that dig and rescue
I am the head that’s bowed in prayer
I am the cries of those who suffer
I am the doctor giving desperate care
Look into the darkness, I am still redeeming Light
In the harrowing brokenness, I am still the Great Physician
For my lost and lonely children, I am still the air they breathe
I remain your everlasting arms of Love… beneath the rubble
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