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If tomorrow’s sky turns heavy and the tides begin to swell,  

I’ll stand firm upon these beaches where Your endless mercies dwell.  

For these islands hold my heartbeat—every whisper, every plea—  

And I feel Your footsteps with us from the forest to the sea.  

I am proud to call this island home, where Your grace is always true.  

Through the furnace and the thunder, I will lift my eyes to You.  

From the Nassau streets to Freeport’s coast, let Your Spirit rise and flood.  

Lord, protect the whole Bahamas—cover us within Your blood.  

When the howling winds grow violent and the night grows cold and deep,  

You’re the shelter in the chaos and the promise that we keep.  

Every palm tree bends in worship like it’s known You from the start,  

And Your peace keeps softly singing that we’re never torn apart.  

I am proud to call this island home, where Your grace is always true.  

Through the furnace and the thunder, I will lift my eyes to You.  

From the Exuma Cays to Eleuthera, let Your Spirit rise and flood.  

Lord, protect the whole Bahamas—cover us within Your blood.  

So if morning finds us trembling or the storm clouds start to form,  

We will raise our hands together, for You’re greater than the storm.  

Your word becomes our lighthouse, and Your love is never done—  

Our refuge and our fortress till the victory is won.  

When the shadows fall around us, You still hold us in Your hand,  

And Your love becomes the anthem rising over sea and land.

I am proud to call this island home, where Your grace is always true.  

Through the furnace and the thunder, I will lift my eyes to You.  

From Andros up to Abaco, let Your healing waters flood.  

Lord, protect the whole Bahamas—cover us within Your blood.