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Christ on the Wall
At five I knew Christ for he hung on my wall
but I didn't know that he'd saved us all,
At eight I knew Christ because I'd seen him in Church,
but he wasn't a very big part of my search.
At ten Christ was there, now sitting on a shelf,
and I knew he had given me himself.
At twelve I still knew, and He was still there,
but I didn't exactly know where.
By fourteen I knew that Christ was for me
and I got confirmed for the whole Church to see,
When I was sixteen the power had passed,
but I still spent each Sunday sitting in mass.
Just one year more but now I have changed,
my faith will never be the same,
the Christ that's hung on my wall from the start
has now found a place and lives in my heart.