Faith believes what the senses belie
Its roots go deep tho the flower is shy
Strongly waxing in impoverishment
Meekly waning in fulfillment
Almighty is Faith’s power
Ever gentle, but never cowers
Binding humanity to our Creator
Loosening the chains of the destroyer
Though often flawed in its conception
Faith elicits near perfection
Though smaller than a mustard seed
One's greatest hopes it may exceed
Dreams become reality in its presence
While reality turns to nightmare in its absence
Faith is a mystery I choose not to ponder
But rather prefer to bask in its wonder.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Faith believes what the senses belie
Its roots go deep tho the flower is shy
Strongly waxing in impoverishment
Meekly waning in fulfillment
Almighty is Faith’s power
Ever gentle, but never cowers
Binding humanity to our Creator
Loosening the chains of the destroyer
Though often flawed in its conception
Faith elicits near perfection
Though smaller than a mustard seed
One's greatest hopes it may exceed
Dreams become reality in its presence
While reality turns to nightmare in its absence
Faith is a mystery I choose not to ponder
But rather prefer to bask in its wonder.
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