Hi Ophelia,

It's called Travelling Through the Storm, by John Broomhall. This is the way it was recorded by Martin Pearson and John Thompson in Brisbane in 1998

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TRAVELLING THROUGH THE STORM
John Broomhall

Time is a tempest and we are all travellers
We are all travellers, we are all travellers
Time is a tempest and we are all travellers
Travelling through the storm.

Our cities are crowded, our forests are falling
War clouds above, angry voices are calling
Five minutes to midnight, there's no time for stalling
It's time to share our load.

So lift up your voices and sing of the wind and rain
Sing of the wind and rain, sing of the wind and rain
Lift up your voices and sing of the wind and rain
Travelling through the storm.

For time is a tempest...

They've poisoned the oceans, they've dug the great rivers,
They've killed all the jungles, they're takers, not givers
They call it progress but it gives me the shivers
We're in for a winter that's cold.

So lift up your voices...

For time is a tempest...

So brothers and sisters we'll join hands together
With love in our struggle we'll face the foul weather
And when the sun shines through and blue skies will gather
Our journey will take us home.

So lift up...

For time is...

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Cheers, Tony