Hard to conceive what eyes can't see
Yet there exists quite plainly
A thought above all else in mind
The cure for souls today still blind
In saga yours, in life one lives
Chapters condemned yet still forgived
By FAITH if had in heart yours cleansed
By blood not yours CHRIST would amend
Your eyes can't see what FAITH will do
Your mouth won't taste but can speak to
The Lord who made today for all to rise
Above troubles that obscure eyes
One cannot hold to FAITH by hand
Nor can one change by their command
What will resolve what ails today
Chained by vices on soul enslaved
Yet theirs Hope if all confessed
That breaks these chains that make a mess
Of you, He knows each waking hour
That needs to breathe, a soul gone sour
Life seems mundane and sometimes cruel
Played out in role as faithless fools
Imagine this, upon reading
This poem His in words soul feeding
Today our Hope is CHRIST will come
To be the whole of you not some
So all can see what has become
The best of you whose heart He's won