The simple little faiths of life
We use to see us through
Spring from the things of everyday,
The things that we’re used to.
The blossoms bloom with summer sun,
The rain assures they grow;
The little bee gathers its gold.
They all do what they know.
They step into the every day
With faith that what they do
Is done because it fits the plan
That was laid out by you.
And so I try to keep in mind,
Though things may not seem right,
That you control the universe,
The darkness and the light,
And if, in faith, I spread my wings
You’ll lift me up in flight.
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