When my faith is strong
I am very meek
When my ego’s big
My faith is weak
I can’t explain
Its rise and fall
This thing inside
My soul doth call
When I think of me
It’s barely there
When I think of you
I’ve too much to share
This elusive thing
My hands can’t touch
My eyes can’t see
I’m deaf as much
But if I stop
And think of love
My faith is strong
In Him above.
The One I seek
When faith is dry
For all of us
The Lamb who died.
Upon a cross
And lanced with spear
He rose again
To take our tears.
So the next time
I think I’m sad
I think I’ve done
Something so bad
I must remember
The One who gave
His only Son
And He forgave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written and so true, I love it!