So strong, so tall. He’s so strang and so tall

That man stands over ten feet tall, he surely going to kill us all.

I’m so scared, and I’m so small. I’m so scared and Lord I’m so small.

If I am to survive the day, I’m going to have to make this man fall.

I see a stone, I take a stone. I take my sling, I put that missile in.

I start to breathe heavy, I breathe heavy.

I close my eyes, and I close my eyes. Said I close my eyes, I said I close my eyes.

I let if fly, Lord across the sky, I let it fly, Lord across the sky.

And I raise my hand in victory, and I lift your name on high.

The Lord he spoke to Abraham, he took him by the hand and said look to the sky.

I’ll build you a nation of millions today.

Just walk by the light and I’ll light your way Light your way.

Read the book of Timothy verse fifteen of chapter one. It’s a reality you will surely see today.

Just walk by the light and I’ll light your way Light your way.

Won’t you please tell us brother John in your vision what did you see?
Is it the book of seven seals, especially for me.

Just walk by the light and I’ll light your way Light your way.

Say I am a worrying, I’m a worrying kind of man.

Said I’m a worrying, I’m a worrying kind of man, and I always get worried every chance that I can.

I’m the man that worries, when skies are blue. I’m the man that worries, when skies are blue. If I didn’t have my worrying, I wouldn’t know what to do.

I got all kinds evil, maybe ten kinds or more. Said I got ten kinds of evil, twenty kinds or more. They putting holes in my bucket and taps all over my floor.

I got a letter this morning, how do you think it read? I got a letter this morning how do you think it read? It said you’re worrying days aint over, till you risen or your dead.

Said I’m a worrying, I’m a worrying kind of man. Said I’m a worrying, I’m a worrying kind of man, and I always get worried every chance that I can.

Oh my hands, Lord they hurt. I can’t stand these paining hands. Still I lift them to pray every day, oh Lord.

Now my eyes, Lord they hurt. I got tears like knives, my paining eyes. I can’t stand these paining eyes. Still I lift them to Jesus nailed up to that tree, oh Lord.

Oh my feet, Lord they hurt. Just give me ease, my paining feet. I can’t stand these paining feet. Still I walk through that valley if it only please thee.