Treasure Island

Miss Poetess


I Believe


I believe.
I believe that He was born for me.
I believe that He forgave me long ago.
I believe.

I believe that I will grow stronger with each passing day.
I believe that my soul is worthy, of the love that we have, should we pray.
I believe that His spirit is within me.
Lest I should falter or fall,
I believe that He rose again to save,
not only for you but for us all.

I believe that my life is precious,
one worth saving, no matter the cost.
I believe He came to save my soul,
no matter the things that I have lost.

I believe in His love.
I believe in His spirit.
I believe in His grace.
I believe in His holiness.

I believe.

Submitted: Saturday, November 18, 2006
Edited: Saturday, November 20, 2010

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