Treasure Island

Michael Hopkins


Where There Is Faith, There Is Love


Faith renews
Faith restores
Faith opens the doorway to one's heart
And one's freedom from fear
For where there is faith
There is love,
And where there is love
Fear cannot exist.
So
Go in faith
And you open a gateway
To a new kind of living.
One
That many have dreamed about
For countless centuries

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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Note: This was written by Me in 1998 before I gave a lecture and included it in a series of Inspirational writings that I published in 2002. I decided to put into into a poetic form and re-publish it today on my blog. I always liked the message and the flow of the words in this one

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