A whip to tear the back,
A tear without the trace of a smile,
Bent backs of suffering,
Bare backs without clothes
The rain never comes
“Let it rain,” a plea from the heart
“Just a drop,” a tear of sorrow
Will it ever rain?
Years of turmoil and heartaches,
Years of wishing and waiting for death,
Death, not forth coming
When will it come?
Under the tide of sickness,
Under much pain without food,
No help seem to be forth coming
Will there ever be a helping hand?
The wave roars daily,
At night it seems calm,
But just at the brake of day it comes with full force
When will the tempest be over?
Under the illusion?
No, faced with reality
The provision supplied is beyond imagination
The heartaches gone and life is born anew
The heart of many leap for joy
Finally, it is over
The long awaited day
Thanks to the hand in the wave: Jesus