My father's world

Looking around, all i can see is darkness. Corruption everywhere. The world turning into something horrible. Nobody seems to care anymore. People ask; where is God? If there is a God, why did he let all this happen?
Where is the light in the darkness? And sometimes i get scared of the dark. Thankfully there are still goodness and kindness around, but they're like dimly lit candles, on the verge of being snuffed out before the wind. Even so, they give me a reason to hope, a reason to believe that this is still my father's world.

This is my Father's world. O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!  

This is my Father's world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father's world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate'er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.