The Faith Poem

The Faith Poem short poem

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If you’ve ever been broken hearted,
so lost and alone, just run to the one who poured out his love.
If you’ve ever been persecuted,
and you feel like giving up,
Open your eyes and lift your hands up.
‘Cause Jesus loves you, and he ALWAYS will;
It’s more love than your heart could ever feel.
If you’ve ever been abandoned, and you feel out of place,
just remember; Jesus is the one who gives you his grace.

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Saurin Desai
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can see your faith seeping through the words

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