A prayer to the King

 A prayer to the King

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God, why is it so hard to call your name out loud

I pray to you in my heart

but when I say your name to the crowd

The power of my prayers doesn't feel the same

I feel like a fraud

I can see your name written in the cloud

But still, I have doubt

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Why do I doubt you, when your hands have touched my soul? 

In my ear, I have heard you whisper my name

I have felt the power of prayer when believers pray 

Why do I doubt your existence when I have met you?

Why do I bow to the Queen, But don't believe in a prayer to the King

Why do I doubt you when I am on my knees? 

Maybe I just don't believe in me

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Höf: Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir