Faith is an ***** in bodies unseen
Filled to the brim to be daily redeemed
Guard as you might it will never decay
But hardens and softens like delicate clay
And it will be molded then put through the fire
Hotly transformed from unpromising mire
What's carnal will fall to the side and be burned
But what is eternal will rise from the urn
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Faith is an ***** in bodies unseen
Filled to the brim to be daily redeemed
Guard as you might it will never decay
But hardens and softens like delicate clay
And it will be molded then put through the fire
Hotly transformed from unpromising mire
What's carnal will fall to the side and be burned
But what is eternal will rise from the urn
Your heart will not die.
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