With the drought burning all around,
The land is parched and dry,
But still they turn faces of joy
Toward the Lord on High.
They know that He is in His place,
That they live in His hand,
And, though they may wither in time,
Until then they will stand
With joyful faces filled with faith
And praise the Lord on High.
For His love is their nourishment,
Though all the land is dry!
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