Belief
She is a child of the King.
Twice does that ring.
She does not scream, but prays.
To the God who makes each and every day,
she will forever give praise.
Others fawn over how she never tires.
Even while being in church from dusk till dawn,
she knows what God requires.
Her spirit burns with a fire,
as she fulfills God’s desire.
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