When fear comes knocking ,
Let faith answer the door .
I do not know about tomorrow .
I know who holds tomorrow
In his heart and his hands
And who is holding my hand .
Because I am not like your other sheep .
I need you Jesus .
You are the true beginning
Of hope for me
So just hold my hand ,
When no one else will .
I love you Jesus still .
By Brock
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