So quick
So cruel
We do not understand
The hurt
The pain
Of lives taken so young
And yet we pray
And hold on tight
To the promises
That we know
So may we take
And hold this day
The promise of Your Word.
So slow
So very slow
The pain begins to fade
The hurt
The despair
How do we ever build again
And yet we pray
We still can pray
For God above doth know
So let us stand
For this we know
The promises of Your Word…are sure.
