Love takes the patience of Job That's what my Mama always said Faith is the belief in something more than what you know That's what the Good Book says
If you really bout it Do like a boss like you don't care If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc: Ill get your
God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless side of it How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an athiest Maybe it's the faith
does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday' They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my
me? thats what you sayin in my face but ill catch it if your real or your fake why don't you love me? for bein me but ill never know so ill never let
when he's ready to be faithful when we realize that games don't bring gain when he's ready to be faithful hey hey yeah yeah yeah ready to be faithful faithfulness
left I'll be I'll be Like a small town Talk is getting around Now that you've found A friend can still bring you down And when their faith in you
stop. i can wipe away your tears now and i can make you smile, i'm not lying to myself now. things are really getting better. it just takes a little faith
When all have lost faith in you 'cos the dice you threw didn't show your number And they all think your winning days are through I'll be there to pick
't know But I'm heading off in sun Rain hail or snow In the yard I hear the children play Now I'll be on my way have no fear of what's to come My faith
Cover You and I must make a pact We must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all
watched for the same light After they died and were leaving the Terrestrial existence A man knew exactly when he would die But with his christian faith
let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories There is no such thing as faith
out, I'm in the dark again. All hail your faceless god. Slain upon thy faithful sword. All hail your faceless god. Slain upon thy faithful sword. Still
've read - yours is by far the worst. I'm duty-bound to tell you, you've been well-and-truly cursed." Ill-fated was my selfless quest. Blind-faith a
You feel ill, you feel ill You feel ill, you feel sick You kill yourself, bleed the vein The dogs are calling The dogs are calling my name through the
fantasy of events could never occur Such vivid imagery has me Blurring all kinds of lines Between here and reality Billboards have replaced all window panes Faith