Hard times comin',
push back risin',
hurricane whistlin' -
stand strong, my child.
Prison walls may be rough,
cleanliness a forgotten dream,
but these bars
can't keep joy out,
can't keep joy out!
Whatever's comin',
whatever's here,
be worthy of Him, my child.
He let it all go:
all riches and fame,
all security and comfort,
even His very life,
even His very life,
to gain us back
as His own.
So let it go,
yes, let it go,
there's nothin' you
can give or do
to earn His love.
I had it all,
all the world could give,
but I let it go,
I let it go for joy!
Christ suffered for us,
I suffer for you,
for joy, oh yes, for joy!
Hard times comin',
push back risin',
hurricane whistlin' -
stand strong, my child.
It's worth it all
to let it go
and let joy in,
just let it in.
Open your hands,
fingers spread wide,
and let the world fall through,
let privilege, power and need
fall through,
let go your right to anger
and unbridled greed,
let fall your ego,
hates and fears,
let go your future,
release the gears;
let yourself tumble through
as you grasp hold of
and hang onto
Him who'll see you through
no matter what,
no matter what!
Hard times comin',
push back risin',
hurricane whistlin' -
stand strong, my child.
Don't look behind,
press on!
Don't believe the lies,
press on, children,
press on.
