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Faith Unearthed
The bones of an Angel - the bones of a Saint,
barely enough for the Artist to paint
Guided by innocents - Discovered by chance,
could not be embellished could not be enhanced
we argue the Truth while ignoring the facts,
blinded by fear rather than follow the tracks
Found in the earth and written in books,
we've seen in the past - we know how it looks
still hidden so deep in the mysteries of time,
what guides our thoughts, makes up our mind
Why do we wonder when it has been said,
"the proof of life is left by the dead"
while in their hearts some feel the same,
after two thousand years the faith still remains
The bones of an Angel - the bones of a Saint,
barely enough for the Artist to paint
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