The roaring of trouble
Composed by the enemy
Planning for hopelessness
Uttering of foolishness
Darkness made the obscurity
To see Your light
To see Your hope
Then filthiness of the flesh discovered
No sin to be hide
Nor secret evilness to be shown
Many were destroyed
Yet the Lord showeth strength
How to walk in this dusty place?
Foolishness, foolishness
Why me? I deserve also to be happy
Foolishness, Foolishness
Stop asking why, stop asking how
God already showed the way
Never lose your way
Never lose the lamp
Satan would try to steal
The fire burning in our hearts
Don't stop seeking the Lord
Don't stop standing firm in battlefield
The Lord, The Lord
Maketh sore and bindeth up
He woundeth, and
his hands make whole.
