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Hold on . . . Believe!
As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.
There’s a course that I must conquer—
A mission marked for me;
I’m weak, I’m scared, I’m unprepared
To be what I must be.
Still, I remember something
To which I clinging hold—
From the heated, fiery furnace
Comes the purity of gold.
So, while some would call it folly
And others say naïve,
I still find there’s power
To bended-knee believe.
Written December 10th 2017; TBH
By Vineyard Boise4.8
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Hold on . . . Believe!
As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.
There’s a course that I must conquer—
A mission marked for me;
I’m weak, I’m scared, I’m unprepared
To be what I must be.
Still, I remember something
To which I clinging hold—
From the heated, fiery furnace
Comes the purity of gold.
So, while some would call it folly
And others say naïve,
I still find there’s power
To bended-knee believe.
Written December 10th 2017; TBH

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