March 8, 2010
My faith,
Is like a burning flame.
It grows and dwindles from time to time.
When I’m in church,
I feel it spread like wings,
On the street,
Temptation sweetly sings.
It’s all so hard,
To distinguish the voices of heaven and hell,
But what I do know is my voice,
It’s clear as a bell.
To reassure me,
That I’ll get through these days,
This is what’s meant to be,
I work with the Lord’s Praise.

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