Faith Is A Fine Invention
Faith is a fine invention
This gift can be ours if we choose to receive it
Faith, the blood-receiving gift
God grant that we never lose it
Where is God's mercy? Where is God?
Man is too insignificant to even try to comprehend God's mysterious ways
It's over. God is no longer with us
How can anyone believe in this God of mercy?
So help us God that we keep our faith
But one was not alone in having lost his faith
Which religion do I acknowledge?
My religion is with one that I believe
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