Who's peace will you testify to?
Who's heart will you crave?
Who will brave through this tunnel of light?
Who will call Him righteous?
Who's peace will you lay down?
What broken sword have you found?
Turn it, turn it around and plow for His Word.
For hope comes as we've made it to come -
Only growing in what we've prepared.
Who will decide for the glory of a mustard seed?
"I would your worship take notice, replied Sancho, that those you see yonder are no giants, but wind-mills...." "It seems very plain, said the knight, that you are but a novice in adventures: these I affirm to be giants; and if thou art afraid, get out of the reach of danger, and put up thy prayers for me, while I join with them in fierce and unequal combat."
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