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I have this little thing called faith It's about as big as a mustard seed When it feels like my life is about to abate I turn to Him to fulfill my every need I have this little thing called faith When it feels like the walls are closing in I know You suffered greatly and died for me But I still punish myself for my past sins I have this little thing called faith When it feels like I have been forsaken It's a matter of choice and not up to fate To accept the offer that has been taken I have this little thing called faith In my mind and heart I have been afflicted My soul feels fallen to the point of no return But I know it is of the Spirit I am convicted My soul it hurts so deep from the depths of depravity I can't go on like this I am a living catastrophe I will stand firm in the battle for Christ's sake And I will hold on to this little thing called faith
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
Little Thing Called Faith
I have this little thing called faith It's about as big as a mustard seed When it feels like my life is about to abate I turn to Him to fulfill my every need I have this little thing called faith When it feels like the walls are closing in I know You suffered greatly and died for me But I still punish myself for my past sins I have this little thing called faith When it feels like I have been forsaken It's a matter of choice and not up to fate To accept the offer that has been taken I have this little thing called faith In my mind and heart I have been afflicted My soul feels fallen to the point of no return But I know it is of the Spirit I am convicted My soul it hurts so deep from the depths of depravity I can't go on like this I am a living catastrophe I will stand firm in the battle for Christ's sake And I will hold on to this little thing called faith
chris-fortune
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
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