Faith is born of broken dreams,
broken hearts,
ripped at their seams
Faith stems of wrinkled hands,
scabbed and bruised
from tending the land
Weeding fertile grounds, making room
Faith's planted fruits
Faith is found in a single word
It's born in a yes
Proclaimed in surrender
Bearing the weight of our crosses
In enlightened expectation
Two eyes tired of crying
yet joy somehow still shines
despite trials, despite pain
Faith sometimes has tried to hide
to escape me from time to time
Just as I'm about to give up
Faith's song pours into a heart
Lifting you up in it's chorus of celestial rhymes
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