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There once was a great lake
where every inhabitant was caring
was their true intent, not fake
for generations were blessed with prosperity
the winds were kind and blew well
their harvest crops grew year round, no dry spells
but don't be fooled, trying times came
but their nature of trusting Him made troubles lame
but one summer things changed
it wasn't a sudden change, but an evolution
a gradual shift of nature in the form of pride and carelessness
breeded a new type of resolution
soon, the lake grew careless in their fame,
but there were a few within that remained strong and prayed
through the tough times a group of prayer warriors came strong
and believed that troubles would go as fast as they had came
but the famous crops continued to fade
the farmers and soil grew gray
the more they worked, the less got done
the blessed task of farming the land had become weary and troublesome
the prayer warriors asked why God why
no answer came, just eery silence
some lost faith and thought God lied
that the lake had become His pedestal, and became defiant
the once big group had dwindled
many went turncoat
few remained steadfast, only a few true sheep
amongst a herd of goats
But God had not turned blind eye, He was in the midst
even while people through dirt on His name
He still loved them, and He finally revealed Himself
one cold night, the faithful warriors blew out the lighted candle
in the shack they had been reduced to,
since the town used the townhall as firewood
as the candle blew out, it re-lit again,
as if it was a sign
a sign God had not left them
and as quickly as you can mutter those words
a message could be heard, through that candle
that despite times of trouble, He was still there, and He could deliver
a message sent to the heart, what was said was not verbal
the message could be heard, that things would be restored
finally would be blessed
even those who turned their backs
He would return the lake to righteousness
the next day, oh how the sun burned bright
the inhabitants ran outside
to find hills green again, flowers were beautiful and right
with everything restored, many asked why
the prayer warriors remembered the candle, and the message to the heart
sent and delivered
they told the lake people and gave witness
that God had not left them, that through it all, He was in the midst
where every inhabitant was caring
was their true intent, not fake
for generations were blessed with prosperity
the winds were kind and blew well
their harvest crops grew year round, no dry spells
but don't be fooled, trying times came
but their nature of trusting Him made troubles lame
but one summer things changed
it wasn't a sudden change, but an evolution
a gradual shift of nature in the form of pride and carelessness
breeded a new type of resolution
soon, the lake grew careless in their fame,
but there were a few within that remained strong and prayed
through the tough times a group of prayer warriors came strong
and believed that troubles would go as fast as they had came
but the famous crops continued to fade
the farmers and soil grew gray
the more they worked, the less got done
the blessed task of farming the land had become weary and troublesome
the prayer warriors asked why God why
no answer came, just eery silence
some lost faith and thought God lied
that the lake had become His pedestal, and became defiant
the once big group had dwindled
many went turncoat
few remained steadfast, only a few true sheep
amongst a herd of goats
But God had not turned blind eye, He was in the midst
even while people through dirt on His name
He still loved them, and He finally revealed Himself
one cold night, the faithful warriors blew out the lighted candle
in the shack they had been reduced to,
since the town used the townhall as firewood
as the candle blew out, it re-lit again,
as if it was a sign
a sign God had not left them
and as quickly as you can mutter those words
a message could be heard, through that candle
that despite times of trouble, He was still there, and He could deliver
a message sent to the heart, what was said was not verbal
the message could be heard, that things would be restored
finally would be blessed
even those who turned their backs
He would return the lake to righteousness
the next day, oh how the sun burned bright
the inhabitants ran outside
to find hills green again, flowers were beautiful and right
with everything restored, many asked why
the prayer warriors remembered the candle, and the message to the heart
sent and delivered
they told the lake people and gave witness
that God had not left them, that through it all, He was in the midst