Why do you cry to me so.
Tell the sons of Israel to March on.
Now and seemingly forever, we feel so low.
Is all hope in the future gone .
But this day will pass.
And become tomorrow.
With the growing springtime grass.
This we surely know.
After death.
There is resurrection.
A new breath.
An end to all dejection.
But today it’s only a promise.
And we are still a doubting Thomas.
……..
Is all our hope gone
No we are marching onwards
To what fate we ask
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See Exodus 14 : 15-15 : 1