My Deliverer

Joseph took his wife and a child and went to Africa. To escape the rage of a deadly king. There along the banks of the Nile. Jesus listened to the song, That the captive children used to sing. They were singing:

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by. My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by.

Through a dry and thirsty land, water from the Kenyan heights. Pours itself out of Lake Sangri's broken heart. There in the Sahara winds, Jesus heard the whole world cry, For the healing that would flow from His own scars. The world was singing:

He will never break His promise, He has written it upon the sky.

I will never doubt His promise, though I doubt my heart, I doubt my eyes.

He will never break His promise, though the stars should break faith with the sky.