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Giants in my Land
Giants are roaming my land, Sometimes they bring all the clan. And the whole lot jumps on me, Just when I am almost free. Like ants from their hill they come, Attacking me until I’m numb. Scared, no hope, I’m put down, too. And I don’t know what to do. But there is a plan, Tho not from the might of man. I am fine, no need to fear, For my redeemer is near. Giants are roaming my land, Sometimes they bring all their clan. Still the whole lot jumps on me, But the Son has made me free.
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