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Shaking, shaking, shaking beneath our feet,
the earth is shaking, shaking beneath our feet.
Trembling, trembling, the world is trembling in fear.
Trembling, trembling, afraid of losing all that we hold dear.
Darkness, darkness, lurking behind corners,
Darkness is creeping down the streets.
Come home, come home, and lock all the doors,
Come in, stay in, don't leave me.
People get desperate, desperate without the Love,
the Love that we have.
People will get desperate and things will get bad.
Signs in every front yard, dad's at every job fair.
Life is gonna be be hard, and everyone will share,
in a piece of the misfortune that was served when man first fell.
The things we call unfortunate cannot compare with hell.
The hell of the pasts we may hold, the hell that may wait for some.
There's a hell that's bound to the lost man's soul, the hell that I've been rescued from.
This cannot compare with any hell I know of, but what comfort is that really?
This is still real, it's still here, and I can't say that it doesn't bother me.
My heart, it shakes, in fear of what's to come.
My heart, it breaks, for those who are worse off.
Perhaps things have to be dark for the world to see the light.
Perhaps everything must lose taste before salt is once again recognized.
Maybe the world must feel fear once again, to understand how small and helpless we all are.
Maybe God is pulling closer the world that walked so far.
Who can know heaven? Who can understand?
Who sees God's limits, and know all His plans?
Where have we placed our hope? As a planet, as a con tenant, as people.
Where do we go? When faced with trouble, hardship, and fear.
How do we endure the less pleasant pieces of life?
If our hearts our troubled and we get to the end of ourselves, to the last of our strength, will we recognise a power much bigger than our own?