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My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
My Father’s beliefs were always strong
perhaps somehow I got it all wrong.
In spite of those hymns I love to sing
for me it’s more a borderline thing.

But I see things in a different way
I don’t spend time praying each day.
For me God’s love is practical too
shared with others in the things we do.
Through help we give to those in need
whoever they are, whatever their creed.

A man lies bleeding in the dark of night
prayer won’t save him and make him alright.
A helping hand will, so that’s what I’ll do
and he may feel God’s love there too.
Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong
but this is how me and faith get along.

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Like this very much, besides the message (which I suspect quite a few will identify with), it reads well.
Perhaps one tiny suggestion, imho first verse, fourth line, I would take 'all' out. I think it reads better without and isn't really needed for the meaning.
Just my opinion. Jx

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Thanks Jane for the feedback, Tim

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Good one. Keep on writing.


Alid, thank you, Tim

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Thank you Mark, Tim

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A very pleasant presentation. Read smooth and clear. Spiritual, mystic, ritual or pragmatic conditions may be regulated by God gene(s) as hypothesized by Dean Hamer. If interested, you take a look at it at


Thank you for commenting Vivovon.


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