Be not afraid nor dismayed
Be not afraid nor dismayed
In spite of the great crowd
In spite of how they’re loud.
For the battle is not yours but Mine.
My child, I love you
My child, I’ll bring you through
Put your hands in My Hands
And I’ll bring you into the Promised Land
For the battle is not yours but Mine.
My child, know that you are Mine
My child you are part of the Vine
For Me you were born
You’re part of the chosen ones
For the battle is not yours but Mine.
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