Michael w. smith
Once a true believer
once there was a fire in your soul
you were the epitome of blessed faith astir
with thirst for holiness
and hunger for the word
now you move in other circles
to the beat of different drums
and i see only glimpses of the one you used to be
the inspiration that you were to me
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i miss the way his love would dance within your eyes
i miss the way his heart was the soul of your life
and somewhere in the saddest part of heaven's room
our father sheds a tear for you
he's missing you, too
Some are calling you a prodigal
some aren't calling you at all
but far away someone is calling you back home
do you hear it anymore out there on your own
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Once a true believer...