There is no pain. Jesus can't feel.
No hurt he can not heal.
All things work,
according to his perfect will.
No matter what,
your going threw.
Remember God is using you.
For the battle is not yours.
It's the Lords.
There is no sadness.
Jesus can't heal
and there is no sorrow
Jesus can't feel.
All things work according to
the Masters Holy Will.
For the battle is not yours.
It's the Lords
(It's the Lords)
It's the Lords.
It is the Lords.
Hodl your head up high.
Don't your cry. It's the Lords.
No matter what. Your going threw
remember God is using you.
For the battle is not yours. It's the Lords
