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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The old Ford's hum on a road so long Every mile's a memory, where I don't belong Left this town with a song in my soul Never thought I'd lose all my control The doctor's voice, a whisper of a storm Shook the ground and left my spirit torn So I came back home, where the fields are green To a ghost of a girl I used to be Now the steeple bell rings on a Sunday mornin' A sound I haven't heard since I was a girl It's a lonely kind of hope that keeps me goin' A faded map to a different kind of world 'Cause I'm trying to find God in the space between The what-ifs and the what-should've-beens On this hard ground, where the truth feels real I'm just praying for a faith I used to feel Mama's front porch swing, it creaks the same tune Underneath a pale and worried moon She says, "Honey, just pray, He'll hear your plea" But the words catch fire in the long, dark night in me Used to talk to Him easy, like a trusted friend Didn't know it was a road that could just end Now I'm just a whisper in a silent hall Wondering if He's listening at all 'Cause the steeple bell rings on a Sunday mornin' A sound I haven't heard since I was a girl It's a lonely kind of hope that keeps me goin' A faded map to a different kind of world "Cause I'm trying to find God in the space between The what-ifs and the what-should've-beens On this hard ground, where the truth feels real I'm just praying for a faith I used to feel The creek still runs behind the Baptist church Where I used to sing with a simple purpose Now I'm down here kicking stones in the stream Trying to find a piece of a broken dream Yeah, I'm just trying to find God In this faded little town Before the last light goes down Before the last light goes down
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