Growing In The Climate Of War

The test of mercy came knocking at our doors
Since start of the morning
Melissa, Jon and Michelle - you have swallowed well; keep it up.
Though one of their hairdos is pretty different from ours
We sang that song with them this afternoon,
"Father, make us one."
Grin.

I've got my dose of bitter pill later in the afternoon.
I admit it did pull that trigger within me for awhile.
I lost one of my jobs because of a ruthless slander.
There is no atom of truth in the statement at all.
I could not justify myself because
Of language barriers.
Ah well, I've let it go.
They've spilled their milk.
And I have no point crying over it;
Except for quite a sum of monetary loss
But let me count it as a
Temporary loss
And an opportunity for a greater financial breakthrough
What's so fun about prospering
When we never tasted a few not-so-rich days.
Anyway I've gained myself a fat account
At a temporarily forbidden Estate.
Part of them will roll in soon.
And I thank You for it!

A bunch of precious girls
Are facing opposition for what they believe
Please don't lose heart
We're standing in the gap for you
And believing with you
Everything is gonna be alright.
If he's not giving up
If we're not giving up
Don't give up.

Don't be deceived by pressure.
They're not bad at all sometimes.
It's only with pressure,
We get into the right temperature.
It's only with pressure,
Things get cooking.
It's only with pressure,
We grow up.


Hohoho.
We are hard pressed on every side,
Yet not crushed.
We are perplexed,
But not in despair;
Persecuted,
But not forsaken;
Struck down,
But not destroyed.

Come what may.
You are ours.
And we are yous.
Whom shall we be afraid?
Though people may come against us,
Though war may rise against us,
But of this we will be sure;
That we will bless you forever.
And our end
Is
Victory.