Will I Survive?

We see the figures, daily-growing And read it all till we're almost numb, Something's occurred - it's all unfolding, Everyone's asking, what more shall come. Slowly everywhere they're masking, People are panic buying their food. What more, can be-done - all are-asking? "Now we‘ve seen, pestilence fire flood." … Fear is visible in all our shops, Angry customers, some are swearing, Numbers they grow into irate-mobs, The whole-situation is draining. Yet a thought "will I survive" pervades Like a leashed-dog wrapped around your leg, Barking as you walk-through the stockades Doubting Jesus saves—can resurrect.