Winds from Africa, blow from the East
News of fire spreading nearby me
What's to be done here? What's to be gained?
The gasoline spreads, we soak up the hate

Culminations of what can go wrong
Do all of the dead deserve to be gone?
Does us the living deserve to be here?
Do all our futures deserve to be feared?

More murders makes ****** more accepted
All walks of life crash at intersections
Instead of sparing time, letting others pass
We spend our lives road raged, being unmatched

Then we crash in traffic. Gasoline leaks
Sparks from the friction. Death senses who bleeds
You're crawling out your car. Gas line aflames
Tailgating fate and there were other lanes

Dear God that created heaven and earth
And set the colours on the feathers of birds
Dear God who knows tomorrow
And points the water waves in the direction it should go

Dear God of my forefathers...
You whose voice aflames the heavens with a clap of shattering thunders
Or cry when you may seasonally in startled sizzling showers
You are my God, i have no other.

Dear God who formed my being from dust
And made me rich whilst i was but poor, undone
In grace and in the gift of your gracious love
I am most humble to wash in your preciuos blood!

You who speak and the sea is stilled
Or decree a thing and it cometh to be.