Religion Stories

You walk in life upon hardened soil, Not petals of rose and moss; Each day you face life’s woes and toil, And keep score by gains and loss; You’re told each moment is schemed and planned, By He who spoke on the mount; And on that day when Sunday clanned, His hymns are sung and the monies count; Led by a book of blessed verse, As taught by lesser men; Their teachings fraught with the aged curse, Only He can pardon your sin...

Faith, it’s a beautiful thing,That little word with the special ring,It’s faith in the things I cannot see,Like knowing my God is always with me,Faith that everything will turn out alright,That my days of darkness will lead into light,Faith that Jesus will take my hand,And guide me through things I don’t understand,That no matter where I roam, far and wide,My God will be there by my side,And until I’m home in Heaven above...