IN THE LAND
|Hungry, lonely, fear-filled faces
Peering through life's window pane,
Searching, searching, ever searching
For that tender seed of grain.
O' the famine, dastardly famine,
Riding through the streets of man,
Holds no mercy for the dying,
Full destruction is his plan.
"Arise, My children, for My Glory.
Take up My Sword and be ye shod.
For the famine that is fast approaching
Is not for bread, but for the Word of G-D."