Joshua

The trees are without blossom; no fruit is on the vine
The harvest we were counting on will not come in this time
No food is on the table; no water in the well
If we survive this famine, oh, the stories we will tell

We may be driven far away from here;
We may be tempted to hold on to fear
But when our dreams have all gone up in smoke,
We refuse to give up hope because...