Faith

Oh yee of little faith do not believe,
Of all the earth your heart can conceive;
To move a mountain with your faith in God,
Is seldom seen now, but is not rarely odd.

Faith you see is to be all I can be,
To have in my mind what my heart dares to see;
To own in my soul whatever I choose,
That one day I win, and to you I'll lose.

Faith is that majesty and Grace left in time,
To what can be imagined and conceived in a rhyme;
It must be withheld to those times of need,
But open and plentiful to those who will read.

Faith is the magic that lives in a breath,
Until one day I die and face fate in my death;
Faith is the knowledge of what must come true,
Like knowing gods hand in one moments hue.