Upon This Rock

Join with me now in the creation of a faith; may yours become the portrait of the father of a God. Give us the words that we may spread the glory 'round. Faith is the flight, we're told, to know that which cannot be grasped ....that which is not, in fact, it is beyond no thing of jewels or of gold. What it becomes, are footsteps of the mind directed well past any time we know or any universe; we may elect when we may go, but never when we may return. But isn't that the nicest thing about a faith?-- that there are no demands...no limits... nothing to define And so, on second thought you need no words at all. ~