Silver angels dance on this ancient land
It has seen things that could not be imagined, were they not true
It has survived what we could not
If only this land could talk

There would be stories of revival
Lost souls finding refuge
No longer searching for home
Because they found it along the way

There would be stories of destruction
Young bodies ripped from their beds
Forced to be broken
No longer working for themselves

There would be stories of freezing starvation
A winter that lasted too long
A harvest that just wouldn’t come
Becoming an empty tundra

There would be stories of sorrow
No place to lay their heads
No more rest to be had
But persisting anyway

There would be stories of life
Life to come
Life abundantly
Because this ancient land is strong

This land is persistent
Will not be done soon
Preparing for restoration
Carrying a warranty of forever