"Faith"
"Faith"
The substance of things. . .Hoped for
The evidence, of things not yet seen
And as you pray, hope and deplore
While upon "God"you wait and lean
Have you asked, for something special
Do you see it, as becoming real . . .
Are you standing at the Threshold
Standing on FAITH, not what you feel
For that is the answer, to expecting
All that you ask, to come about . . .
Satan's lies, you must keep rejecting
Don't let doubt, start to sprout
Faith will carry you , through the fire
It will refresh you when you are faint
It will give you hope, hour after hour
Its available, rather sinner or saint
When you're in, your hour of trouble
And feel alone, without anyone
Make your requests known, unto Our Lord
Have faith asking, and it will, be done
Copyright 2008 Judith Johnson Kypta
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