"HE"
I stand near the benches,
hearing all who sing along,
to the Christan songs.
I suppose “God” brought me here for a reason.
Not quite sure though,
I never really paid attention.
It’s on the day after,
the day after I arrived in a new home.
Every Sunday, I come to this church.
Every day, I started learning who HE really was.
Every day, I sang along
to every Christan song,
and one day, I realized HE is the one that has been here for me.
HE is the one that kept me strong.
And so today I am with family,
where I never feel alone
and today I still stand strong
for HE is the one who stood by my side
and for once, I felt alive.
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