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Preaching from Silence
A day will come—maybe not today,
Maybe not tomorrow,
But someday—
When the concept of religion will unfold before me.
Through the years, events unfold,
And always, they say, "We thank God."
I used to believe,
I heard of Him,
And so, I preached.
Perhaps one day, they'll hear from me,
Speaking of Him.
Today in church, they said, "We trust Him."
I want to trust,
I really do.
But questions linger within.
Maybe one day,
I'll tell you about Him.
Copyright ©
Reacher Jack
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