Courage, dear heart.
Lift up your head.
I told the lame to take up his bed.
I have the power to heal and to save.
I change the fearful into the brave.
Courage, dear heart.
Lift up your head.
I see your sadness; the tears you have shed.
I questioned and cried in the dark of night, too.
Have hope as tears fall; I will wipe them for you.
Courage, dear heart.
Lift up your head.
My victory was yours when I rose from the dead.
Your eyes, when they close, will open to me
Forever healed, forever free.
Courage, dear heart.
Lift up your head.
Trust even now that I have not misled.
Though it might seem that I somehow withdrew,
Courage, dear heart.
I am with you.
Courage, dear heart.
I AM is with you.
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