The sun gives to a darkened sky
Blood red are the tears we cry
So far from Your design
Oh God, hear me tonight

Though the waters rise
They will not pull me under
When the mountain slides
And crashes to the sea
I will lift my eyes
And call out to You, Father
Be my covering

War-torn are the rags of every nation
Fear lives in the heart of every home
Louder than the groans of creation
Oh, my God, be the voice of hope


Written by Bebo Norman and Jason Ingram / © 2006 Appstreet Music (ASCAP) / New Spring (ASCAP). All rights for the world on behalf of Appstreet Music (ASCAP) administered by New Spring (ASCAP). / Peertunes, Ltd./GrangeHill Music/J Ingram (SESAC)

Behind the Song:
“This was written as both a really personal song and as a sort of global prayer - it tells a story that I think people who live anywhere in this broken world can understand. We wrote this at my lake house down in Georgia – a peaceful and quiet place. There’s so much unrest today, so much turmoil, from natural disaster to war, so we’re praying in this song that the peace we felt in that setting by the river - the peace of Christ, really - can truly become something global. I think that’s one of our primary calls as believers – to hope for hope for this world.” - Bebo Norman