The voice of the Lord

When the eyes of the world Make you felt unworthy Prison in pain and anxiety Asking the Lord, why me Lord? If there so many Eyes dripping tears feeling so heavy But the Lord held my hand Kneel down and pray your worries I will wipe your tears and your anxiety But the voice of the God Don't believe my child I will make you free Even the world turn around You have me my child Don't loss your hope I will lend my strength I will be your sword And I will be your shield In all the time Because your my child. I will make you free Even the world turn around You have me my child Don't loss your hope