Someone, somewheres hurting,
I don’t know their name,
Only that someone, somewheres hurt,
Their life’s never going to be the same.
Someone, somewheres pleading,
That life will ease back the pain,
Only knowing that the floods are flowing,
And the forecast calls for more rain.
Someone, somewheres mourning,
The loss of a loved one so much,
Only feeling the difficulty here,
Without their loved one’s tender touch.
Someone, somewheres kneeling,
Done all they can to stand,
Only for what they know true of You,
They’re waiting now for Your mighty hand.
Move in these lives our Mighty Father,
Meet their needs right where they are,
Open wide Your storehouses of provision,
Bring Your warriors here from near and far.
Where loss has occurred, bring comfort,
Where pain rules, heal damage there,
Where waters have broke in to destroy,
Move currents of restoration and care.
Where someone has stood for You strong,
Bring to their side companions in the fight,
May the battle wage beyond human sight,
Resulting in victory for You, the true and right.