The rain returns to Lynchburg hills
And dreary are the skies
The drizzles wet the tender earth
The nimbus cries sans eyes
But tears aren’t always without joy
Sometimes they wish for more
They wish the circle drawn wider
Including rich and poor
Across the globe where praises sing
Within one family
Exclaiming with a shout of hope
At all the good to see
The Church united under Christ
In a familial bond
The brothers, sisters have one voice
Of one another fond
But others aren’t adopted yet
So even in the joy
We weep for those don’t see hope
For all lost men and boys
But hope though frail is hard to kill
And when you do believe
Then miracles can happen that
We cannot yet conceive
So go out into this wide world
And go to nations all
Go baptize them, the harvest’s there
And answer holy call