Song
A song played on the radio.
Told me that I gotta know
That I'm not alone.
Eyes welling with tears,
I turned it up so I could hear.
Someone with a love so great,
That it never runs out.
Someone who abolishes hate,
So you never have a doubt.
Tears running down my face,
I heard his name.
Not one but many.
Peace,
Hope,
Faith,
Love.
Whatever you call him,
He's always there.
Like a rock,
He's solid with support.
When you break apart,
He's there to put the pieces back together.
With a smile breaching my lips,
I knew.
This is the ulitmate creator.
This is my father.
This is God our Savior.
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