On Faith
What benefits a being bound to Faith?
Surely wealth would prove much greater
And the world never prays nor longs for grace
It moves towards the present, Faith is hope placed in later
What brought wives to pray for husbands in battle
Or to lay blessed hands on a sickened child?
In disastrous moments does not the heart still rattle
Leaving the idea of unwavering Faith defiled?
Yet somehow or someway the belief moves on
Continuing its steady course
And despite many ills the people grow strong
Pointing to Faith as their endless source
Though struggle, like the wind, comes and goes
And good times seem to end too soon
Faith is the seed that somehow always grows
And its flower, no matter the season, is in bloom
So, what benefits a being bound to Faith
That proved even wealth was not greater?
Tis this, poverty has befallen even the richest estates
But no matter the peril, Faith is the Great Vindicator