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In The Chapel I went to the chapel that sits by a river, Such beautiful music I heard. No church choir was singing with songbooks in hand, Just the sweet song of a one tiny bird.
No pastor was preaching in front of a crowd, But your voice came floating to me. So we talked for awhile with no pew to sit in, Just the stump of an old, long-gone tree.
In my heart I was sorry for taking so long, To thank you for answering my plea. I had asked you to help me get over the past, I was searching to find the real me.
All along you were telling me to just keep believing, That you would always be right by my side. I was scared but I held on to my faltering hope, You were wiping my tears as I cried.
My prayer is that you will use me somehow, Perhaps all the things I went through... Will help me reach out to some others in pain, That my faith just might point them to you.
So now when I sit in your chapel of nature, My eyes see the beauty of living. Though the path may get rocky I know that you're there, So my thanks unto you I am giving.
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