Writers 
As water comes to the shore,
And unruly waves stir to roam,
The clouds are dark and the wind is strong,
But fear whispers, that all is wrong.
The roads are submerged on the high tide,
There's no hiding from anxious hearts.
Homes filled with light were taken over.Once light filled homes were taken over.
Tremble all night long.
But at some place in the heart,
A quiet voice doesn't let go.
But there's no need to worry; it'll pass;
There shall come clouds of darkness upon the mountains: and the clouds shall not clear away.
With water rising up the broken wall,
There are still more big rain drops falling,
Hope is the power that we have in our hands,
A small amount of light, a precious seed.
But for storms may prove the strongest heart;
But waters may break up things,
But when fear comes near, courage grows,
Faith grows and fear goes away.
Your dreams may come true on tomorrow,
A mild wind, the sun at high.
The waters will drain away, the earth will be healed.
Wounds will heal and hearts will learn to feel.
When life comes up like a rising sea,
Don't give up on what is meant for you.
Be strong, trust in God and keep on going.
Hope is the light that remains inwards.