On a small barren ground, an afflicted child walks.
Across the ground and under the sky, its hope grows stronger yet.
Its face is filled with sadness, the spirit and soul brought down.
But faith, hope and glory brings the soul across.
The child is still afflicted, but lesser now a day.
Its hope and faith and glory, still rising everyday.
Yes there is a hope, for that child yet and in the blessed heavens, they God does look down.
To see that faithful child walk, across the barren ground.