My Faith
On the wings of a dove
Or the wings of a pigeon
I will not budge
Not even a smidgen
My faith in the lord
Is so strong it is rigid
I help out the poor
Cause of my religion
A Sheppard is he
That tends to his herd
If you open your ear
And hear his good word
He was put on a cross
For all our transgressions
We had a great loss
But we learned some great lessons
I will always be good
To the people I know
As we all should
Let our love show
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