Psalms 91:4

It's hard seeing black and white
When everything appears to be grey.
It's so hard keeping up the fight
When all around us are beasts of prey.

Time goes on and the end is near,
But the enemies don't seem to retreat.
O Angel, blow the trumpet and let us hear,
That we no longer victims of evil's deceit.

We've come this far, yet not enough.
There still millions to go before we sleep.
The road may be winding and tough,
But this faith and gospel we must keep.

Fear not the stormy weather,
Or the thunders and waves so huge.
For He covers us with His feathers,
And under His wings we find refuge.