That night when you find that you’re lonely,

and the dark clouds of gloom seem to rise,

the feeling you have you’ll go hungry

that the cupboard and shelf might be bare

and the world is upturned

and your trust has been spurned,

like chaff blown away on the air;

Fear not, little flock, fear not.

Fear not for what you will eat

Fear not for what might be taken.

Fear not for yours is The Kingdom,

a gift from your Father in heaven,

The Kingdom that cannot be shaken.

That day when you wake up and wonder

if it might be your last on this earth,

when you open your sad weary eyes

just to shut them again like a door

and the light is too bright

and your soul like the night

is dark as an invisible war;

Fear not, little flock, fear not.

Fear not for what you will eat

Fear not for what might be taken.

Fear not for yours is The Kingdom,

a gift from your Father in heaven,

The Kingdom that cannot be shaken.

That moment your hopes have been shattered

and you find they were terribly small,

when you feel so lost and abandoned

like a child who’s wandered from home,

and lilies are dressed

and ravens are blessed

and your faith is a whispered song;

Fear not, little flock, fear not.

Fear not for what you will eat

Fear not for what might be taken.

Fear not for yours is The Kingdom,

a gift from your Father in heaven,

The Kingdom that cannot be shaken.

Fear not, little flock, fear not.

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