Ye of little faith, lean on me!
For I have an abundance,
Enough to carry you through
The rough patches and
The veritable desert of doubt.
Ye of little hope, draw from me!
I am a well that deeply runs,
Ever refreshed in the dawn
With manna for the soul.
Ye of great fear, behind me!
For I have been chosen
To defend thee from above,
Armed beyond mere mortals
To protect with love:
With strength of three score
And seven for thee.
Stand beside me and behind me
With the might and the light I will
Shield thee from doubt and demons
Even from within.
One reply on “Little Hymn of Battle”
Three score and seven is sixty and seven, or 20 and 47