Faith is a fine invention
This all mankind can see
Collapse in stress; prevention! !
Faith is light rope of scope in precaution
Holding hands on one's knee
Many a church mass in procession
Predestined lives by fate some say; in confession!
Folding hands to father to conscience free
Not many with faith will err in succession
Surely The Lord will intervene in tension
To our plights solve with mercy
Tell us to take it as a life taught lesson
Walk the extra mile with extra faith in vision
As if long distance we could see perched on a tree
Our expectations, dreams, desires clamor of tension
His smiling countenance
His presence in faith be
Really true sustenance
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