Stance like the rock, graced
with rigidity and pride,
Indifferent Moist: Faith.
Faith is a substance of Proof,
Actions hidden by hearts rule.
Innate fluid flowing in the vein,
Traversing the heart, fueling the rein.
Health of dying hope.
Faith is that strong stampede rope,
Attracting with force, unseen promises.
Inversing worry, deleting Vices.
The joy in mocking rages of waves,
Halting deceit, rekindling fire of grace.
For so long had it been talked off:
All soul were once or twice lost.
In the switch of time came faith to explore,
That he should have to himself many stores.
Hearts tiptoe-ing, to see what future holds!
Say to mountain,
Hence from hither to tither:
Faith is the bearer.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem