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To think I must. Believe is my design. My mind hath much to trust of fellowman. Believe I must, that eating out is fine or fear will stop my ev'ry waking plan. To think I must. Believe is how I breathe. Believe, I do, that gravity is true. I walk outside with naught, that doth deceive. Still on the ground I am when walk is through. To think I must. Believe still weaves my soul. Each thing I do requires my lasting trust. When Life is o'er, belief will keep me whole. I trust His Merits, Who hath made me just. To think believe the Merits of the Truth. I have believed Him, since my very youth. by Jay O’Toole on January 22nd, 2026 ![]() ![]() |