• Although I’m always considered to be
    One of the greatest Christians that you will see
    I hide in my heart a great secret from you
    My faith is as week as that torn up old shoe
    And still as I write I can’t help but add Him
    He’s like a bad memory and a light in the dim
    And I know someday I’ll turn to that light
    But for now my stubbornness creates my plight
    Prayers are needed for those who falter
    But all they need is to fall to the altar
    Cry out their hearts and spill out their souls
    To the heavenly one who patches those holes
    He is holy and just and above all the rest
    The Creator, my Lord, is by far the best
    And I’m constantly influenced by His great love
    My heavenly father who resides above
    Someday I’ll be with Him, someday you will see
    All the saints living in eternity