“Still our eyes failed us,
Watching vainly for our help;
In our watching we watched
For a nation that could not save us
They tracked our steps
So that we could not walk in our streets
Our end was near;
Our days were over,
For our end had come”

But I’ve pressed these faithful lips
To that divine cup and have sealed
The deal, which many men falter
Dare I not say with confidence that
My footsteps have not faltered.
No, failing with time and stumbling
Upon them. Knees pressing pavement.
Eyes full of hate.We hold out our hands
and keep number of our days.

Abba Father, hear my cry.
My limbs so weak, this fear inside.
“Fear no more, my faithful kin”
Alas, I’ve been made new!!!!
By the hands of my Father,
I shake this frame. I’ll bear this
fruit, I’ll take His name.

Patiently awaiting the death of this city.
The fall of this nation, among them I 
am many. Gripping the dust within my hands.
It’ll fade away. It’ll fade away.
My eyes no more can see the trees.
The branches they break as they fall
with the leaves. Upon deaf ears, vibrations
resound. The tighter I cling to this shaken
ground. For I know my flesh means nothing 
at all. But my God I’m scared to leave
this here earth. But I’ll take thee, angel.
My times has come. We’re almost home.
We’re almost home.