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I Still Believe

I'm not the person I used to be,

honestly I'll never go back.

 

I found a power higher that the one I knew,

one that would change everything.

 

After hearing hopeless prayers,

I wondered if I should even try.

 

But then I remembered that day,

I'll never forget.

 

In a dimly lit room;

In an old, creaky church,

there was a room.

 

Inside there was a breathtaking sight;

thousands of paper doves,

each a different color,

each a different prayer.

 

The darker the color of the dove,

the darker the prayer.

Almost every dove was grey or black,

But amount the few there were reds and yellows.

 

Even though my doubt rushes through me,

I still believe.

 

All of these people were like you and me.

except they handed everything over;

not to billion dollar corperations,

designer clothes,

but to the Lord.

 

Even though my doubt rushes through me,

I still believe.

 

I guess this is my prayer;

to be taken and excepted,

not laid down to rest,

but to be heard by someone who will never turn their back on me.

 

Even though my doubt rushes through me,

I still believe.

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