Faith
I hear people say that Jesus is dead.
I know He is alive, He is stored in my heart.
My faith is strong and by him I am led.
I always wish to do what is my part,
Sometimes it is hard to follow His word.
And I want to do what I want to do.
I often go to church and I have heard
That the way, the truth, and the light are true.
The perfect example is hard to be.
We must remember that Jesus has all,
And in Heaven he will give us the key
If we will just answer His urgent call,
And return our faith back to Him again.
Against the devil we will surely win.
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