The Faith That Keeps Going

I went to the rivers of Paris
In order to see my dreams flow recklessly
I’m hurting
Save me please Lord
I’m calling
For your Amazing Grace
As I’m falling,
For who else can hear
The little girl crying in the corner
When my woes of sorrows
Flood the streets
Of understanding
Channels fill up to the brim
With no more room,
I breakdown
Becoming anew
There is no end
There is no beginning
My rivers flow eternally
With your living water
I am your masterpiece
A work of sacred Art
Just as Paris has become
In the lands of Europe
A place of beauty
Surviving the darkest of nights

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