How much longer must we stand here
As the waters continue to rise
We are a people, a Holy nation
Waiting on the coming tide
With the knowledge of what we hope for
Having confidence in this
That our God and mediator
Will judge all in His righteousness
While here we all must suffer
As this earth is not our home
Making clear we have another
As the Spirit testifies in moans
Awaiting the day the good Lord frees us
Letting him have his way and will
Relying on his word to daily free us
Till every Jot and Tittle is filled
How much longer must we stand here
As the waters continue to rise
We your people, your Holy nation
Waiting daily on the coming tide
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
How much longer must we stand here
As the waters continue to rise
We are a people, a Holy nation
Waiting on the coming tide
With the knowledge of what we hope for
Having confidence in this
That our God and mediator
Will judge all in His righteousness
While here we all must suffer
As this earth is not our home
Making clear we have another
As the Spirit testifies in moans
Awaiting the day the good Lord frees us
Letting him have his way and will
Relying on his word to daily free us
Till every Jot and Tittle is filled
How much longer must we stand here
As the waters continue to rise
We your people, your Holy nation
Waiting daily on the coming tide
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