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Edgar Guest - The Don’t Believers
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The new - fangled churches that don`t believe I things
Aren`t the churches that satisfy me;
I `m firm in my notion that angels wear wings,
An` Heaven is a place we shall see,
I `m an old-fashioned man, full of old-fashioned ways,
An` these up-to-date doubtings seem odd; 
What they don`t believe folks talk about nowadays, 
But I `m still believing in God.

Some don`t believe this, an` some don`t believe that,
Some don`t believe Heaven is a place; 
The don`t believe sermons they `re preaching are flat,
For of old-fashioned faith there`s no trace. 
They`ve torn up the Bible an` proved it`s not so,
They doubt man was made from a clod, 
What they don`t believe seems to be all that they know,
But I `m still believing in God.

There isn`t much left of religion today,
The thinkers have busily swept
Most all of the faiths that we once had away,
An` few of us know what they`ve kept.
It`s " don`t believe this " an` " don`t believe that,"
An` blinded they `d leave us to plod;
An` old-fashioned man hardly knows where he`s at,
But I `m still believing in God.

What men don`t believe doesn`t interest me,
I `d far rather learn what they do;
I believe in the green of the grass an` the tree,
I believe in the sunshine an` dew;
I believe in the love that makes living worth while,
I believe we shall rise from the sod
To a mansion in Heaven where our dear ones shall smile,
An` I `m still believing in God.
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