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Many nights we prayed,

with no proof anyone could hear.

In our hearts a hope for a song

we barely understood.

Now we are not afraid,

although we know,

there's much to fear.

We were moving mountains

long before we knew we could.

In this time of fear,

when prayer so often rules in vain,

hope is like a summer bird,

too swiftly flown away.

Yet now I'm standing here.

My heart's so full,

I can't explain.

Seeking faith and speaking words,

I never thought I'd say.

They don't always happen when you ask.

And it's easy to give into your fears.

But when you're blinded by your pain,

can't see the way, get through the rain,

a small, but still resilient voice says,

"HOPE IS VERY NEAR"

Oh, there can be miracles

when you believe.

Though hope is frail,

it's hard to kill.

Who knows what miracles you can achieve

when YOU BELIEVE somehow you will,

you will when

YOU BELIEVE!

Believe in Miracles!