When you watch the sun rise, you're sure of it.
Do you think once that your eyes are deceiving you?
No, because you have faith in such little things.
°When you hear your name being called & you're sure of it, do you think your ears are deceiving you?
No, because you have faith in such little things.
When you sit upon a rock, you have faith that it will not split beneathe you...
So tell me, where has your faith gone?
The faith you had in such little things, where has it gone when the one who doesn't sleep day or night asks for an ample supply of it?
Has your humanity swallowed your soul, leaving you an empty vessel, foolishly wasting a precious substance such as faith on things of no value.
What has corrupted a beautiful rose to grow thorns is what has corrupted you to have such golden faith in everything but the one who deserves it.