When waters flow, when waters fail:  You remain the Author of life.

When dazzling, crystal skies

Become horizons filling us with dread.

We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.

When grainless fields produce only clouds of ash.

When trees gasp in unison

We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.

When homes are scorched by wind-danced flames

And we wonder where we will lay our head

We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.

When our rainbow window

Morphs into the mouth of Armageddon.

We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.