Panacea of life floats throughout the ages on a pretense of thoughtful knowledge.
Not knowing or caring of whence it came, battling itself in ageless arguments over unwinning circumstances.
Faith is never thought by reason, never proven in theoretical logic.
It is just an inherent belief which lies within the capacity of each of us to grasp under all adversity - in all manner of life.
All of life lies hidden under blankets of hope, waiting to fulfill it's soulful desires through faith.
Faith does not clamor for attention, it seeks instead, the silence held within each of us.
In this way our faith grows towards Him.
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