You will not forsake me this I know Your character and Wairua tell me so...

When the floods are lifted up

And the world can't speak

When we're all being steered

Like dumb blind sheep

When the loss is great and the great is weak

There's an empty shell at the mountain peak

And I've watched you climb so very steep

But open your arms and you will see

I'm only here to set you free

The spoil of the poor is in our houses

With death of selfishness we march down southwards

Down to the broken, ourselves regardless

To make a wall would indeed be pointless

When there's nothing to hoard

A life on course

Is a life that walks to love, it's boundless