Faith Poem by James Papastamos

A shade of burgandy, like wine
now ripe with authenticity;
The word of God doth write my way
and pens its sword by such decree.

Parade His glory through such faith
obey the Lord, thus follow wise;
Bring peace to mind, what joy be found
for those who see now through His eyes.

Dear God, my life be yours to serve
on trays that bare a feast for kings;
My love for thee doth nourish one
that I outlast what fate doth bring.

What powers have such faith...