It seems the world is going gray, I cannot tell a lie
And if it is, I wish and pray that I and Mine don’t die.
Cuz everyday we sit and think and end up with a cry,
For every water trough we filled just ended up a-dry.
He smiled and held my hand and said “My child don’t give a damn
I make the grass to grow and sure I own your every farm.
The water trough you think is dry is only but a balm,
Fear not, He said, I am for you, and none would do you harm“.