A whisper soft, a knowing deep,
Where hidden truth the heart does keep.
No grand church bells, no painted art,
But faith is a seed within each heart.
Though storms may rage and shadows fall,
And worldly shines may make us crawl,
A sense of more, a gentle hand,
Is felt by all across the land.
A power vast, we can't explain,
That lifts us up through joy and pain.
A miracle in every day,
This natural faith will light our way.
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