Life can be crushing.
People will turn evil.
Madness will come.
Hurt will run deep.
And yes, even worse, our own sins find us out.
Where do you go, when the lights go out?
Who is there to bind the wounds of your heart?
There is a river that runs from life through death to life again. It is the river of hope and strength when all else seems lost.
One hell-bent man can bring a nation to its knees.
One angry burst of words can send a relationship over the edge.
One lost moment of anger and lust can devastate the soul.
Where do you go,
where do you flee,
where is there peace,
where is there hope?
There is a river that runs true and deep. There is a refuge strong and sure.
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.