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Faith
I think of my ancestors who applied
Themselves to perfection such that they died
Anyway but who took their chance to try
And do their perfectionistic best to
Move on up and get a piece of that pie
And got it and had it and ate it too
And stayed imperfect but I understand
This trait fate passed down to me by their hand
I think it could be the strength of their faith
Was that they were weak and afraid of death
And were not hypocrites enough to lie
About it and if they doubted it they
Just put that part of it on layaway
Since they somehow had an awareness of
The strength of their faith and knew it was love
Beneath all the shalt nots and shoutings peace
Above the tumult of it all
A loving goodbye a peaceful release
Becoming a leaf in the fall
And till then doing the best we can do
I think it could be the strength of my faith
Is though I was weak and afraid of death
And am not hypocrite enough to lie
I am now no longer afraid to die
Becoming a leaf in the fall
Since I somehow have an awareness of
Above the tumult of it all
The strength of my faith and know it is love
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Sandie Angel :o)