I believe

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There are so many things about you I don't understand, but I believe. I keep moving forward when I'm holding your hand. I believe. The truest things I know are those I cannot see. From my birth to my dying day I believe.

When I'm old I'll talk about the things that you have done. I believe. Brokenness made beautiful, the wars that you have won, and the storms you've calmed in me. The truest things I know are those I cannot see. From my birth to my dying day I believe.

I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land. I'd rather be led by his nail-pierced hand. I'd rather have Jesus than anything. The truest things I know are those I cannot see. From my birth to my dying day I believe.

- JJ Heller's new album "Loved" releases March 12


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  1. AnthonyFebruary 12, 2013 at 8:55 AM

    Anonymous sounds like a real moron.

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    1. EMILY STARFebruary 12, 2013 at 9:11 PM

      Haha, I'm not complaining about anonymous because I'm just happy I don't have to type some verification crap in order to comment on Tina's blog. :)

      On another note, Tina you make me excited for her album to come out!

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    2. KatiFebruary 14, 2013 at 12:19 AM

      agreed T-man ( your new nickname)

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