The Search

It's not in the corner by the lamp,
It's not underneath the rug.
I didn't leave it at camp,
It's not in that hole I dug.

I've looked over the top of the hills,
And seached the attic quite well.
It's not stuck in with the bills,
Just where it is I can't tell.

So now I look in my heart,
And see it's been there all along.
We were never really apart,
My faith just never got strong.

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