The promises sound like a dream
   Long ago, far away
Idyllic peace, changes to things
   Which cannot be altered
Streams in deserts
  Wild beasts tamed
People caring, moved to search
  For the hungry, poor, lost
All in the name of restoration
  Healing, how can we strive
We can't give up on the vision
  Saying it is for another time
We are the planters of hope
  Keep the vision before
The eyes so sight can be restored
  The deaf can hear, and we walk