Standing at the pew,
Thoughts running on my mind.
What happened to you?
You used to be so kind.
Me eyes meet the hymn,
And I hear my voice.
My heart pounds in my chest,
But the heaviness halts the rejoice.
"I prayed."
And the tears start to flow.
"I prayed for him every day."
Would the Lord make me let go?
God answered my prayers,
Oh so many times.
He is far greater,
Than anything of yours or mine.
And He is wise.
He knows best.
Yet, between my cries,
I pray that this is only a test.
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"Test" - Amelia
Location - Farmington, CT
Date of Composition - 1999
Date Posted On Site - September 4th, 2000
Known The Lord - since February 4th, 1999
