Invincible or the exit

A week at 62 years, months, and days
A journey with many stops along the ways
What were Your plans when we started?
You knew sheep would become parted.

Now scattered distant over hills afar
Your voice unifies hopes and heals scar
In those we have been entrusted a moment
Realizing now it was You who sent.

Fear has no place on this roadway
For a guide who owns the seconds of the day.
No loss of  a single hair from the head of those
Under His staff, even when the evil ones arose.

So, we are invincible in Your care and toil.
There is evil at bay, ready to uncoil
In violence and destruction with no bound,
Like that in the Ciudad Bolivar we found.

Father, this glimpse into Your tortured heart
Awakens passion and love in every part
Of our being. Causing breath to be short
as we remember the faces evil did so distort.

If we cannot serve you here, our Senor
Then take us home to serve even more
We have no joy but the warm of Your glory
Without that light there is no story.