FAITH

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When I am weary, sore afraid
........the well-spring of my heart run dry,
My unbelief denies my faith
........giv'n God in days gone by.

Yet where, I need must ask
.........came all those words of yore?
From out my mouth can only come
.........what lived and grew before.
And I...whatever else may be...
..........I AM, and therefore one with Thee.

This day I drink not from the source
..........yet the well is never dry
For the river runs its course.
...........Be still; await the truth I know;
For only nagging doubt and fear
...........can block the well-spring's flow.
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
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