His Banner
When lives are broken and worlds fall apart,
there is a healer and restorer of the wounded heart.
When you carry your burdens well into the night,
his yoke is easy and his burden is light.
If you call on his name, he will be there,
he will lighten the load if your willing to share.
It is not by power, it not by might..
it is by his spirit you will win this fight.
The battle is his, he knows what to do,
and Love is his banner over you.
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