Through a dry and thirsty land water from the Kenyan heights
Pours itself out of Lake Sangra's broken heart
There in the Sahara winds Moses heard the whole world cry
For the healing that would flow from God's own scars
I hear Moses singing...

He will never break his promise
He was written it upon the sky
He'll come 'round
He'll come 'round some day
I will never doubt His promise
Though I doubt my heart
I doubt my eyes