Bathe In The Stream Poem by Gerry Legister

Without faith, we float on streams of the ocean,
This unbelief is like the turning waves of the sea,
And doubts might be bathed in that stream,
of insecurity and dreams, merging with life's destiny.

Driven by every wind and tossed by the rapid gale,
priorities lose meaning to cross the tempest sea.
In the rowing of hope, we battled with stormy hale,
And takes the bravest being to gain solid victory

That eternal force within never shrinks or waver,
From baptism in the sea, it refreshes the lake of purity.
With the greatest triumph in all kinds of weather
Belief is the strength of a tower, standing invincibly.

With the faith for a fire and the light for a flame,
The truth will never fade nor be drown by the rain.