It does not matter what the skeptics say, For I'll continue to watch and pray; I know it was His voice that I heard, When I read and believed His Holy word; His Holy Spirit resides in me, Protecting my soul and keeping me free; Skepticism is of the mind of the flesh, A haunting foe determined to crush; But not this soul of mine, Will I allow skepticism to bind; Now I'm free as the roots of a tree, Running l o n g and growing deep; I know in whom and what I believe, The blood of Jesus washed...
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