Voices Through the Storm

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In the silence of the morning,  
Where the rivers kiss the land,  
Whispers rose from hidden voices,  
Carried softly, hand to hand.  
Faith was trembling, yet unbroken,  
Seeds were sown in secret ground,  
Through the shadows, through the danger,  
Hope was waiting to be found.  

Light upon the lowlands,  
Breaking through the night,  
A song of truth and freedom,  
A flame that would not die.  
From Emden’s call to battlefields,  
The word became the way,  
And hearts were bound together,  
In the dawn of a new day.  

Through the storm of war and sorrow,  
Through the fire and the flood,  
Voices lifted, prayers unending,  
Written deep in flesh and blood.  
The cross was carried, banners flying,  
In the struggle, faith held fast,  
And the people found their courage,  
In the covenant that lasts.  

Light upon the lowlands,  
Breaking through the night,  
A song of truth and freedom,  
A flame that would not die.  
From Dordrecht’s words to every town,  
The gospel found its place,  
And the land was shaped forever,  
By the power of His grace.  

No empire’s chain could bind them,  
No sword could still their song,  
For the Spirit moved among them,  
And the weak were made strong.  
The rivers carried echoes,  
The wind proclaimed the call,  
That faith is more than kingdoms,  
It is hope for one and all.  

Light upon the lowlands,  
Shining clear and true,  
The voice of many rising,  
The dawn breaking through.  
From hidden seeds to nations,  
From sorrow into flame,  
The lowlands bore the story,  
And the world would know His name.  

The light upon the lowlands…  
Forever shall remain.

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