Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Even the Valley ~The McKameys

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Even the Valley

~The McKameys

Even The Valley

~The McKameys

2000 Hometown Live

I faced a mountain, a trial of stone;
Down in the valley, I felt so alone,
Fearing that Satan would tempt and abuse,
But God sent sweet comfort with this simple truth:

Even the valley is Higher Ground;
Satan can't touch me where God's love abounds.
There's not a place where God's hand can't reach down.
Even the valley is Higher Ground!

Now I've soared with eagles, and I've fallen low
Through peaks and through valleys, that's just how life goes,
But I've found a peace in the midst of despair
When I discovered that God's everywhere!

Even the valley is Higher Ground;
Satan can't touch me where God's love abounds.
There's not a place where God's hand can't reach down
Even the valley is Higher Ground!
Even the valley is Higher Ground!

Music Video in Grief: http://youtu.be/H3vLAHgFzBo

Friday, April 11, 2014

Friday's Faith - A Survival Key

Friday's Faith

A Survival Key

As we go through Child-Loss Grief and Trauma, we discover there are many opinions coming our way from people who really have no clue what our new world is like. Much less then could they intelligently advise us as to how to grapple with a world they could not comprehend, much less have a handle on. 

(Thursday's Therapy - Only a Few Really Know..), my last post, was about a knowledgable group of people coming up with illogical answers for our needs even though they are often considered to be "experts" in the (psychiatric / psychological) people-helping field. Such a professional faux pas serves as a drastic example that we, the survivors, or "invisible heroes" to our Child-Loss Grief and Trauma "war" simply must attune to our own hearts and souls for how then we must live. 

How many of us have had to correct our doctors or our therapists as to the true nature of what we are up against when they toss out superficial bandaids to our deep soul wounds?

Experts in the helping fields must remember two cardinal rules we (I am in that same helping field) must live by, and those are, First, "Do No Harm!" and Second, "Know What You Do Not Know!"

Walt Whitman Graphic, thanks to Dr. Joanne Cacciatore
"Invisible Heroes" - thanks to, Bellaruth Naparstek

Thursday's Therapy - Only a Few Really Know...

Are good Child-Loss Grief and Trauma Therapists as Rare as this 
Rare Flower, the "Red Middlemist camellia"
Let's Hope Not. There are only Two (2) of these in the world!

Thursday's Therapy

Only a Few Really Know...

featuring words from

Social Worker and Grieving Mother,

Dr. Joanne Cacciatore

Snapshots of thoughts from a well-known Grief and Trauma researcher and therapist who is also a Grieving Mother, Dr. Joanne Cacciatore, in how she approaches Healthy Grief and Mourning care and treatment for Child-Loss Parents:

The healing from the pain is in the pain. 

…(F)or either state- grief or depression- a pill is a poor substitute (and according to Kirsch et al (2008) not any more efficacious than a well-placed placebo) for human connection, caring, and compassion.  Quite poor actually.  We can never derive what we need during suffering from a pill or a bottle. What we desperately need in our world is a willing witness to our suffering, someone who will join us with full presence and mindfulness. 

The Lancet editorial captured, beautifully, what it means to be a consummate psychiatrist for the bereaved: time, compassion, remembrance, and empathy.

In fact the word psychiatry comes from two Greek (ψυχιατρική) words: psykhe meaning mind and iatreia meaning healing and caring. In French, the literal translation of psychiatry is a "healing of the soul." 

A pill will never heal the soul of a person in mourning. 

Brief, laconic treatments, as the great psychiatrist, Irvin Yalom says, are not best practice for patients. Rather, they are best practice for managed care systems and the psychotropic medication industry which insist on rapid cures for the incurable and place more value on profits than people and relationships.

I don't heal people. I help them be with what is true. 
The healing comes from that.

-Robert Hall, M.D.

Being with what is true hurts. It hurts a great deal. And it takes time to unfold into its own change. Yet, psychiatrists have capitulated to an antithetical system of caring which Yalom calls "inexpensive and perforce, brief, superficial, and insubstantial" and "rather, specializing in psychopharmacological based laconic interventions". (sic) Similarly, Sigmund Freud warned against furor sanandi, the rage to cure. Modern psychiatrists  have, more recently, sounded that same alarm only to fall on intransigent ears and hearts. 


What do I do to help those suffering traumatic death? I have no magic wand, or pill, or words. I am, however, willing to join a person in the abyss and sit with the suffering non judgmentally, without urging him or her toward healing before healing's time has come. I radically accept whatever emotional state presents, even if it means we spend two hours on the floor in silence except for the visceral moaning or sobbing, the primal longing for a person's beloved dead.

It has become appallingly clear that 
our technology has surpassed our humanity.  

-Albert Einstein

We should not, ethically or morally, medicalize grief.  To do so is to medicalize love.  We rarely mourn for that which we do not love. I can only begin to imagine what the sages, and mystics, and shamans of the past might think of a society which does so.  Seems hardly human at all.


Some also assert that the ability to receive consolation is one of the markers between depression and grief. 
(My Note: In her next statements, Joanne is alerting us, Be careful whom you choose for a therapist to help you with your Child-Loss Grief and Trauma:)  
I have some questions about this purported consoling: What is the quality of the consolation? Who is consoling and how? How do we ensure a bereaved person gets before a "skilled clinician"? 
(My note: Joanne continues warning about inappropriate therapists' attitudes toward, and treatments for, our grief:) 
What about shame? Guilt? Anger? Trust? Platitudes? Insensitive others? Community? How do those play a role? Far too many variables to operationalize this process, in my opinion.

Just as despair can come only from one human being to another, 
hope, too, can be given to one only by another.

-Elie Wiesel

The word compassion comes from the roots com  meaning "together" and pati meaning "to suffer". Roshi Joan Halifax says that "compassion is a tenderness of heart in response to suffering".  With compassion in my heart, let me introduce you to some families who have given their permission to share their stories for the purposes of this statement. They are a part of our very sad and grieving-without-bounds community which puts no time limits on an interminable grief, and in my commitment to caring for them, I continue to suffer with them and beside them. These are the people I see everyday, all day long for 16 years, and this is their insufferable 
(My Note: I am choosing NOT to add these families' stories in today's blog post. Their stories may be triggering; rather, I just want to you see what a good therapist's heart is toward our Lifelong struggle with Child-Loss Grief and Trauma.)


(My Note: After describing these families' losses, Joanne goes on to summarize, still adding helpful quotes along the way. 
Joanne then reacts to the psychological system seemingly needing to pathologize grief and not address it as a normal reaction to abnormal circumstances.)

Everyone is an 'expert' in grief until it is he who has it.

-William Shakespeare

Do you - any of you - have the answers these families seek? Can you cure them? Surely, I cannot. And I will not participate in any ruse to do so.  What manual tells you what to do to "console" Shawn, Maya, Katie, Amy, Ashley, Sandie and Mark? Are you, Dr. DSM, prepared to sit before one of these parents two weeks after their unspeakable horrors and tell them they are depressed? And do you actually believe that?

It's relatively easy to entertain multiple possibilities of truth 
and right action if one remains 
a spectator on the sidelines.

-Helen Merrell Lynd

(My Note: the next paragraph describes some violent scenes; please skip this paragraph if you fear being triggered.)

Or what about other parents with whom I've worked?  One whose three children and husband died in a fire? Or one whose 17-year-old daughter was raped and murdered? Or the woman whose two young children were murdered by their father? 

Shall I send them off to a psychiatrist to diagnose them with a disease? 

There's only one disease expressed in that equation and it isn't on the part of the bereaved. The entire system is a mirror image- a projection, of its own illness and intolerance, denial and delusion. Truly, we live in an insane world when spouses and children and parents, like those above, and other grievers around the world can be diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder- a mental illness- two weeks following a traumatic death at the behest of someone who has no notion of the reality of their experiences. This feels like the apogee of hubris, exorbitant arrogance.  Too much knowledge and absolutely no wisdom. Too much death avoidance and not enough willingness to approach the ineffable. I see this played out often when I speak of my work and watch others recoil. But - of all the helping professionals- shouldn't a provider of mental health "care" be highly trained and well-prepared to deal with trauma and death?

And, tell me why is it that mourners cannot get help at any time they need it?

If it is because insurance companies refuse to pay for grief counseling then our obligation is to oppose the establishment and not acquiesce to a caustic and fallacious taxonomy which further harms the most vulnerable.

If we are going to cure anything, let's remedy the systemic apathy in an institutional pedagogy unfit to cultivate mindful healers and the insurance providers whose myopic understanding of the human condition, tempered against economic avarice, limits their ability for circumspect.

And why is our ability or willingness to help, as a society, based on time? What makes us think that the two-week bereavement exclusion will allow someone to seek help and that not having such an exclusion will preclude such help? Grief counseling or therapy with a competent provider may help some. But also, what about the role of faith communities? Indigenous healers? Friends? Colleagues? Nonprofits and self-help groups? Neighbors? Even strangers?  We are enabling an environment of human apathy - abdicating our responsibilities to one another and foisting it onto a system -a machinistic system- asking this system to care deeply when it cannot. Instead of abnegating our moral duty to fellow human beings, we should be fostering a society of individuals who care about and for one another. Person-to-person, as in Buber's (1932) concept of I and Thou, Ich and Du.

I am done with great things and great institutions and great success. I am for those tiny, molecular moral forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world, like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water which, if given time, will rend the hardest monuments of pride. 
-William James

There are many who can help those who are grieving whether the help is sought weeks, months, or even years following a death.  I once saw a woman whose newborn died in 1967 and she had, in her own words, "tried to bury the pain and the truth" with her baby.  More than thirty years later, she wanted to be able to "die in peace" and so she sought help in confronting the pain that she had deflected for so many years.  Healing communities offer opportunity for deep and meaningful human connection and solidarity. And, thus, for this woman the MISS Foundation was there for her, and provided a place of comfort and solace. 

We need not feign mental illness and disease for mourners to seek and receive the kind of help which truly helps.

Never apologize for your feelings. 
When you do so, you apologize for the truth.

-Benjamin Disraeli

I can have no part in this diagnostic charade.  Rather, I will go on, in the spirit of compassion, suffering with the other, in the best way that I can. Ethically, I cannot and will not violate what I know to be real and true and sane and human.

This implacable grief is a result of unyielding love.  If we wish, as a society, to truly help those suffering in the aftermath of loss, then we must make the move toward collective compassionate and open hearts. Systems of "care", HMOs, hospitals, and evidence-based practice manuals will not help heal others.

You cannot rush your way through grief. 
Grief unfolds with the same
 exquisite timing as the rose, 
left to blossom on its own time, 
until the colors slowly fade 
and the petals fall away
 of their own accord.

-Margaret Brownley

I posit a universal axiom based on reason, and truth, and the wisdom of the ages…:

Only people and relationships and moments of deep connection will help heal the hearts of the bereaved.

So, to the DSM committee, should you have chosen to read this missive, what these families experience, hundreds of thousands every year, is not ordinary grief, nor is it Major Depressive Disorder. 

This is extraordinary grief as a result of extraordinary circumstances

Contrary to your postulations about grief being like many other losses, in general, I can assure you that this is, actually, quite different from other conditions of the human experience. Please, see clearly the truth that lies before you.

The mere title of 'doctor' is no criterion; a real doctor is one who is a true servant.


As for me, I will continue to reassure the families with whom I work that their beloved child is worthy of each and every tear.

Thank you to Dr. Joanne Cacciatore for her compassionate heart, and her willingness to share that compassionate heart with us, and with other Child-Loss Grievers.

Blessings to you all!

Dr. Cacciatore's complete Blog Post from which I drew today's excerpts:

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Wednesday's Woe - Out For The Count...

hope …is what keeps me alive

Wednesday's Woe

Out For The Count...

In July, 2011, my husband Tommy was diagnosed with cancer. 

In January, 2012, Rollin, our first-born son, was diagnosed with cancer. 

Then, in July of 2013, Tommy was diagnosed with cancer… again. 

3 strikes, and I was out for the count. 

Something happened with this third declaration of this dreaded enemy, Cancer, trying to ravage my loved ones, that it knocked me to my knees. 


As I got down on my knees to once again make my urgent cries to Heaven, I hit Stalemate. 

Suddenly, I didn't know how to pray. 

I felt assaulted by Fear. 

For reasons unknown, this time my urgent cries I had prayed for my precious child, my daughter Merry Katherine, came to the forefront... And, as urgent as those cries had been to my Heavenly Father to keep her safe, it felt, at that almost-seven-year anniversary of her death, that my cries had been denied...

Suddenly, I felt an abject helplessness in daring to raise my cries to my Lord yet again. What if these prayers were answered with a Denial? 

I couldn't take it. I couldn't risk yet another LOSS of another precious loved one. 

As much as I loved God and had always felt I could trust him, suddenly, those seven years, and 3 cancer strikes later, I hit the proverbial wall. Spiritually, I couldn't move.  

I felt stymied. How was I to trust my prayers this time? Urgent prayers years ago that seemingly culminated in death… How could I risk that again? I couldn't. So I had nowhere to turn.

This spiritual drought that felt like a winter-freeze-suddenly-dropped-on-my-heart, leaving me quaking. 

It turned into quite a long season of drought…

Thankfully, so thankfully, our God is faithful. It is only in Him that true Hope originates. It was not up to me to dredge up some hope, for in the state I was in, that couldn't be done (as if it can ever be done in the flesh!).

But thanks be to God that His Word declares His truth to us,

The Lord is there to rescue all who are discouraged and have given up hope. 
~Psalm 34:18 CEV

And, Rescue, He did. 

For thus said the high and exalted One, inhabiting eternity, and holy is His name: "In the high and holy place I dwell, And with the bruised and humble of spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of bruised ones,"

~Psalm 34:18, YLT

What an amazing, faithful God we serve!!!

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? 

My only hope is in You.


2 But as I stood there in silence—
not even speaking of good things—
the turmoil within me grew worse.

9 I am silent before You; I won’t say a word,

12 Hear my prayer, O LORD!
Listen to my cries for help!
Don’t ignore my tears.

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in You.

Psalm 39:2,9a,12a,7 NLT

(Several capitalizations of God's name, mine)

Scripture Graphics, thanks to Pinterest

Translations of the Bible Used:
CEV: Contemporary English Version of The Holy Bible
YLT: Young's Literal Translation
NLT: New Living Translation

Monday, April 7, 2014

Celebrating our 35th Wedding Anniversary!!! - I Could Never Promise You ~Don Francisco

April 7, 1979 - 2014

Celebrating our 35th Wedding Anniversary!!!

35 years ago, on April 7, 1979,  though it seems like only yesterday, Tommy and I were married at my church, Prince Avenue Baptist Church in Athens, Georgia. We asked one of Tommy's best friends from our graduate school program in Atlanta, Georgia, Mike Turner, to sing in our wedding before we had picked out any of the music. Mike agreed and later came to us with this song that evidently had been written just two years before. We both immediately embraced the song as it reflected the great respect we both had for the kind of love we knew we must have to go into a marriage with God's merciful blessing and protection.

God has since blessed us with thiry-five years of that blessed love that has had its foundation in Him! Tommy has been the most self-giving husband! Although my parents had a wonderfully blessed marriage of sixty-four (64) years, I could never have imagined that our marriage could be so sweet and wonderful. Then God blessed us with our three precious children, all of whom came to know our Lord within the first several years of their lives, each dedicating their lives more fully in their teen years. Our two sons, Rollin (now age 31) and Nathan (now 29), both have very close relationships with our Lord (as does our precious daughter-in-law Stephanie (age 29, almost 30), married to Rollin now for the past five years), and as you all know, Merry Katherine, our only daughter, has now "graduated" into Heaven with her Lord! 

We are so very thankful for all the many blessings our precious Lord has enabled us to enjoy with His help. So tonight, we wanted to share a little of our celebration with you. How nice to not only be able to share our tears with you, but our heartfelt joys as well! Thank you for your love and support over these past 7 1/2 difficult years. May our Lord wrap His arms around you as well, bringing you joy to balance some of the deep sadness in your life.

Thank you for allowing us to share some of our heart with you in a different way tonight. 

~Much love to each of you, and God's sweetest blessings to you and yours.

I Could Never Promise You

Words and Music by Don Francisco, 1977

I could never promise you on just my strength alone
That all my life I'd care for you, and love you as my own
I've never known the future, I only see today
Words that last a lifetime would be more than I could say

But the love inside my heart today is more than mine alone
It never changes, it never fails, never seeks it's own
And by the God who gives it, and who lives in me and you
I know the words I speak today are words I'm going to do

And so I stand before you now for all to hear and see
I promise you in Jesus' name the love He's given me
And through the years on earth and as eternity goes by
The life and love He's given us are never going to die…


And so I stand before you now for all to hear and see
I promise you in Jesus' name the love He's given me
And through the years on earth and as eternity goes by
The life and love He's given us are never going to die
The life and love He's given us are never going to die

Music video: http://youtu.be/GPGYwVEHZJA

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Come Lift Up Your Sorrows ~Michael Card

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Come Lift Up Your Sorrows

~Michael Card

Come Lift Up Your Sorrows 

song (written, played and sung) 
by Michael Card 
and video created by Heather Gartshore


"This wailing is what is inside all us Child-Loss parents all the time..."

~Tommy Prince


If you are wounded
And if you're alone,
If you are angry,
If your heart is cold as stone,

If you have fallen,
And if you are weak,
Come find the Word of God
That only the suffering seek.

Come lift up your sorrows, 
And offer your pain. 
Come make a sacrifice of all your shame. 

There in your wilderness, 
He's waiting for you 
To worship Him with your wounds, 
For He's wounded too.

He has not stuttered
And He has not lied
When He said "Come unto Me,"
You're not disqualified;

When you're heavy laden,
You may want to depart
But those who know sorrow
They're closest to His heart.

Come lift up your sorrows, 
And offer your pain;
Come make a sacrifice of all your shame. 

There in your wilderness, 
He's waiting for you 
To worship Him with your wounds, 
For He's wounded too.

In this most holy place, 
He's made a sacred space
For those who will enter in
And trust to cry out to Him,

You'll find no curtain there,
No reason left for fear;
There's perfect freedom here
To weep every unwept tear.

Come lift up your sorrows, (Lift up your sorrows)
And offer your pain. (Offer your pain)
Come make a sacrifice 
Of all your shame. 

There in your wilderness, (There in your wilderness)
He's waiting for you (He's waiting for you)
To worship Him with your wounds, 
For He's wounded too.

(Come, come) Come lift up your sorrows, 
(Come bring your pain, oh yeah)
And offer your pain. (Come make a sacrifice)
Come make a sacrifice (Of all your shame)
Of all your shame. 
There in your wilderness,
He's waiting for you (He's waiting for you)
To worship Him with your wounds, 
For He's wounded too. (He's wounded too yeah)

Worship Him with your wounds, (all your wounds)
For He's wounded too.

Come worship Him with your wounds, 
For He's wounded too.

Grief Video: http://youtu.be/TciR2ITXbaY

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Wednesday's Woe - The Train Wreck of Our Grief

Wednesday's Woe

The Train Wreck of Our Grief

I dreamed this morning of my little girl, about 4-years-old in the dream, on vacation with us, wanting to wear her princess gown to play with her friends... 

But as I was unpacking it for her to wear, she ran out onto the hotel's patio, and jumped over, holding onto the railing. 

As I stiffened my body bracing it against the railing for strength, I carefully yet fearfully reached over to hopefully pull her up to safety, 


she let go... 

and fell the long distance to the ground. 

As my heart was panicking that she would be hurt, I awakened...

Does the terror ever stop...?

I know the ever trying to save continues...

As our lives seem ever to be in limbo after losing our child, I thought this morning... 

It seems when I lost you, I not only lost you,

I lost me too...

...For I still seem to live in Limbo-Land.

And yet...

Charles Spurgeon captures the devastation of our loss amidst the tender love of our Lord so well in his quote. It seems that despite the worst that has happened, somehow God intervenes as only His Love can do...

“I bear my witness that the worst days I have ever had have turned out to be my best days. And when God has seemed most cruel to me He has then been most kind. If there is anything in this world for which I would bless him more than for anything else it is for pain and affliction. I am sure that in these things the richest tenderest love has been manifested to me. Our Father's wagons rumble most heavily when they are bringing us the richest freight of the bullion of his grace. Love letters from heaven are often sent in black-edged envelopes. The cloud that is black with horror is big with mercy. Fear not the storm. It brings healing in its wings and when Jesus is with you in the vessel the tempest only hastens the ship to its desired haven.” 

And his following quote rings so true...

The Lord's mercy often rides to the door of our hearts on the black horse of affliction. Jesus uses the whole range of our experiences to wean us from earth and woo us to Heaven.

Quotes from Charles H. Spurgeon, thanks to GoodReads.com

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Wednesday's Woe - Where Was Your Guardian Angel?

Wednesday's Woe

Where Was Your Guardian Angel?

Where was your Guardian Angel?
Did she need a rest?

Of all the work that you'd required,
Did it put her to the test?

Where was your Guardian Angel
On that fateful night?

Did she need to take her leave
When you felt such horrific fright?

Where was your Guardian Angel
When you took that final fall?

Was she not there to catch you
When you needed her most of all?

God, it's so confusing...
From this world we cannot see
The methods of Your choosing
In Your view from Eternity.

Picture: Heilige Schutzengel Art Print, thanks to Irene Wilson on Pinterest

Poem: Where Was Your Guardian Angel, by Angie Bennett Prince, 2/18/2014

Monday, January 20, 2014

Monday's Mourning Ministry - "There is strength within the sorrow, beauty in our tears..." ~ Sovereign Over Us ~Aaron Keyes

"Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with My victorious right hand."
~Isaiah 41:10

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Sovereign Over Us

~Aaron Keyes

"The Sovereign LORD is my strength; He makes my feet like the feet of a deer, He enables me to tread on the heights..."
~Habakkuk 3:19 NIV

"But You, O LORD, are a Shield about me, my Glory, and the Lifter of my head."

~Psalm 3:3 ESV

"When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you."

~Isaiah 43:2

"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith Jehovah, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you in your latter end a hope."

~Jeremiah 29:11 ~Darby Bible Translation

"God's way is not to take His children out of trial, but to give them strength to bear up against it."

~Jamieson-Faucett-Brown Bible Commentary


My son Nathan came home this weekend to celebrate his birthday... We had a very sweet time together.

While he was here, Nathan shared with me this amazing song, 

"Sovereign Over Us," by Aaron Keyes. 

He said he had been wanting to share this song with me for awhile ~ ~ ~ 
He knows his mommy... I cried all the way through it...

Thank you Nathan for sharing this very tender song with me!

After hearing it, I immediately wanted to share this very poignant song with you all. 

May you, too, be blessed as you listen...

Sovereign Over Us

~Aaron Keyes

There is strength within the sorrow,
There is beauty in our tears.
You meet us in our mourning,
With a love that casts out fear.
You are working in our waiting;
You're sanctifying us.
When beyond our understanding,
You're teaching us to trust.

Your plans are still to prosper,
You have not forgotten us;
You're with us in the fire and the flood.
You're faithful forever,
Perfect in love;
You are sovereign over us.

We trust You, loving King.

You are wisdom unimagined,
Who could understand Your ways?
Reigning high above the heavens,
Reaching down in endless grace,
You're the Lifter of the lowly,
Compassionate and kind;
You surround and You uphold me,
And Your promises are my delight.

Your plans are still to prosper,
You have not forgotten us;
You're with us in the fire and the flood.
You're faithful forever,
Perfect in love;
You are sovereign over us

Your plans are still to prosper,
You have not forgotten us;
You're with us in the fire and the flood.
You're faithful forever,
Perfect in love;
You are sovereign over us.

You rescued!

Even what the enemy means for evil
You turn it for our good,
You turn it for our good and for Your glory;
Even in the valley You are faithful
You're working for our good,
You're working for our good and for Your glory.

Even what the enemy means for evil
You turn it for our good,
You turn it for our good and for Your glory;
Even in the valley You are faithful
You're working for our good,
You're working for our good and for Your glory.

Your plans are still to prosper,
You have not forgotten us
You're with us in the fire and the flood
You're faithful forever,
Perfect in love;
You are sovereign over us.

You're faithful forever,
Perfect in love;
You are sovereign over us.