Doubt: by Gillums

It slithers into the heart

Without notice

Oh that crafty venom

That will destroy your faith

Now there is no way of telling

When or where the vile snake will strike

But always beware when you feel it near

Always, always hold on and stay near the cure

What of this cure you ask your self

This cure comes from the glorious light

The wonderful light of faith

You find this faith in your father

For he has faith in you

Our father cannot feel this filthy venom

He is pure and the cure surrounds him

Know this

Forever and ever never waver from your father

For he

Has faith in you