Despair's cruel fingertips crawl over the heart of my church.
I witness it's demise as my world crumbles.
When all hope is locked up in enemy dungeons, I pray.
With a hand of faith that proudly stood by my side,
I pray, for the weak, to make them stronger,
For the scared, to make them fearsome
And for all that remains pure...
Despair can be natural, faith requires careful and intentional effort. My your heart and faith always push you through every restricting wall.
very right faith is always better and powerful tool...good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a good one I like it..keep it up