Faith Without Works
Faith without works has lost its perspective;
Its rituals are fruitless and dead.
Works without love has joy that is dormant;
Indeed they are nothing but dread.
And fear without God is a life full of torment;
The Way of Truth saves from this terror,
For Love without fear has been perfected
And has come to cast out such error.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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