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Like the folds of an old letter
Like the yellow of the paper
Time has made me weary
It has stolen, like a caper
My faith is barely there
My hope is headed out
What was once assurance
Has morphed straight into doubt
The years have stood as signposts
And I can see decline
In passion and in peace
In all things divine
Instead of causing wonder
Mysteries are stale
The questioning prevents my hands
From tearing back the veil
I am just a coward
Who cannot choose for certain
I have turned away
But still peek through the curtain
To see just where you’re at
To know how many steps
I would have to take
To end all this regret
They say that You love everyone
But they only love a few
The ones who disagree with them
The ones they thought they knew
So how can I believe in love
When I can’t ever see it?
How can I trust Your grace
When no one else conceives it?
Like the folds of an old letter
Like the yellow of the paper
I’m not what I used to be
I am just a taker
Of the easy things
That don’t demand I try
If You were easy, maybe then
I wouldn’t say goodbye
