There will a storm blows through the village pushing all houses into debris
There will a flood flows through the fields washing away all crops and cows
There will a fire jumps into forest burning trees and grass into ashes
There will a lighten lights in the air cutting the sky into pieces and parts
In the far distance the mountain seems to be high, you can climb to the top in God’s hand
In the long distance the ocean seems to wide, you can swim across to the shore by God’s arm