Times to short
and if all fails
look to god
and you'll soon prevail
But It comes with a price
for faith alone is dead
it needs its own works
to get yourself ahead
Faith and works, prayer and time
don't you worry, it'll all be fine.
Just keep yourself busy, but do rest a seventh day
For in six days was all work, and we were all made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A realistic notion about faith