We’ll be okay, whatever may come.
Empires have risen and fallen
Hellfire, rain, famine, locust, pandemic and all.
We’ll be okay.
We’ll rise from the rubble, rebuild what was lost.
Waters recede, and the sun shines again
We’ll rise from the ash, as spring gifts us her bloom.
Crops are resown, industries recover
Locust die and feed the same earth they once ravaged.
We’ll rise, for our neighbors, our children, and loved ones alike.
We’ll rise, because it is what God intended.
We’ll rise, whatever may come
And when we do…
only a shadow of yesterday will remain.