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Thursday, August 21, 2008

You Have to Believe to Be Free

A little song for the deceased children of the Followers of Christ.

You Have to Believe

my precious angel, my precious sweet thing
how did you fall and break your great wing
you could fly up in the sky
and kiss jesus up so high
it gives me chills to hear you sing

my lovely daughter, my little girl
little arms reach all the way around the world
tender in the garden hands
sweeping up the desert sands
she dances in a circle, my little girl

(chorus)
when the night goes on too long
when the devil is at the door
you have to believe to be free
there is a place just for you
where forgotten are the hours
you have to believe to be free

i remember the fights that you used to get in
your tears ran down because you were not kidding
your golden locks caught in the sun
once again somebody was forever young
somebody was young once again

there are thieves in the city of mankind
come to steal whatever we leave behind
come to burn the child in
a pyre made of all our sin
we made a fire of the mind

(chorus)
when the night goes on too long
when the devil is at the door
you have to believe to be free
there is a place just for you
where forgotten are the hours
you have to believe to be free

i went to the grave to see the golden child
prayed to the lord, so gentle and mild
our prayers had kept the doctors away
our souls to god, our hands to pray
i had to leave after awhile

god is in the wind and in the rain, yes lord
god is in the sky and in the sea, yes lord
why isn't god in everything
why isn't god in a diamond ring
why are so many children gone, dear lord

(chorus)
when the night goes on too long
when the devil is at the door
you have to believe to be free
there is a place just for you
where forgotten are the hours
you have to believe to be free

my precious angel, my precious sweet thing
how did you fall and break your great wing
you could fly up in the sky
and kiss jesus up so high
it gives me chills to hear you sing

my lovely daughter, my little girl
little arms reach all the way around the world
tender in the garden hands
sweeping up the desert sands
she dances in a circle, my little girl

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Lyrics inspired by a similar case posted by Jesus' General.

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