Shout with the voice of a hurricane.

I will stand, though none stand with me.
I will run, though I run alone.
I will speak, though there is no echo.
For I live to seek His throne.

What is it to me if this body does perish?
What if they count me as loss?
Where it not for the Grace of His Lordship,
Did He not say, "Count the Cost".

I will SHOUT with the voice of a hurricane.
I will beat against the wind.
The tide will not consume me.
His promise will not resind.