I lift mine eyes unto Heaven, And silently I have prayed, O' Father, my little group of seven, Lay waiting the attack, But not afraid.
I know Dear father, You see us,
And our enemy not so far,
In Your Hands, with Faith, we Trust You,
While In Jesus Our Guiding `Star`.
The dust from the storm is raging, It swirls continuously around us, Yet we lay here patiently waiting, No Moans, nor Fear, But with trust.
As explosions sound we wonder,
And wait yet a little while,
For over the next ridge--Yonder,
Only a few feet, ---But seems more
Than a Mile.
Then comes a `Bright` and `Shining` light,
From some where up above,
Words were heard, No more Death and Destruction !!,
But sounds of `PEACE`, Once more.