Unfinished Prayers.

I left a prayer on my bedside table,

Didn’t know what to say, just hoped He was able

To read between the lines of the words I left out.

I talk to God,

but sometimes I doubt.

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I wanna believe like I did as a kid

When faith wasn’t tangled in things that I did.

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And I keep writing letters to heaven,

But they never feel finished enough to send them.

Too much of disarray to settle.

Maybe He hears the silence too,

Maybe He knows what I’m trying to do.

I keep writing letters to heaven,

But I don’t know how to end them.

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I used to ask for miracles, now I ask for peace.

Somewhere along the way, I lost certainty,

But I still hold on, even when I don’t see,

Maybe belief is just choosing to be.

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And I keep writing letters to heaven

But they never feel finished enough to send them

Too much of disarray to settle

Maybe He hears the silence too

Maybe He knows what I’m trying to do

I keep writing letters to heaven

But I don’t know how to end them

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Maybe He knows what I’m trying to do…