Treasure Island

viki suha


faith


Faith

Faith is the one you don’t find because you hav, e faith is the one you need when you need
Faith gives courage to believe again
Make you smile in the blink of an eye
Faith is the door you keep knocking on but wont answeaer
Atleast that’s what you think until after
When we fall we struggle back up with faith
When we think we know what it is we scare
Although when faith arrives we have to be great
Since it does not revenge but it must pay
When things don’t make sense we turn to hope hope becomes belive belive become faith
Faith is everything but one thing it is not
Faith is never unsure but always is a trust
To have faith you must belive to belive you need hope
To hope ye shall have faith! ! !

Submitted: Thursday, May 28, 2009

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