I will not die before I've lived to see that land;
firm as the earth, your own promise.
I'll not let go until I've held it in my hand;
that word of hope, and gentle laughter.
I will not rest until your dawn is in my eyes;
that fragile light, new like morning.
I will not sleep before I've wakened to that sunrise;
and all the world knows your glory.
For your right hand has delivered us from death;
you have regarded our tears,
you who are goodness and grace.
And I will breathe in that mighty wind of justice;
I'll know my name and rise up singing.
And I will call until my words bring on the thunder;
washed in that rain, then I'll know you.
You will stand up for the poor and the needy;
you'll break the chains that bind your people.
For you are home for the lost and the desp'rate;
Your strong right hand goes before us.
For your right hand has delivered us from death;
you have regarded our tears,
you who are goodness and grace.
BY: Tom Conry
Submitted by: Katara
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