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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Children of faith, That look up to the heavens, For help, for comfort, For a change, for a beginning; They are like nails hammered into rocks, They have broken hearts, They've got nothing, Completely no one else to turn to, They walk in the shadow of death. Children of faith, They know that they have numbered days, And are aware of their crashing clay; They see their fading light rays, But they have their hopes high, Like a camel in the Sahara, That waits for years , For a shower of rain from above- Their tongues prophecy new beginnings, Their lips sing in thanksgiving, But their hearts weep in sorrow, For the afflictions and torments. Children of faith, Live each day like their last, And give each shining sun their best. Their thoughts are totally lost, And upon this,they don't boast. In fact, they're so detached- From their poor lives. They thank the setting sun, For bringing a thin film of darkness, And for silencing the day's noises; So that they will shut their doors and windows, To cry in silence, And lick their tears; And face their fierce fears- While no one else witnesses their agony. Children of faith, That look up to the skies, For midday dusk- When the days seem longer, Or appear like they're failing. That call on, For midnight dawn, When nights appear faulty; With the greatest of scary dreams, And the highest ranking of their pain, Or with life-threatening haemorrhages, With wounds cut and drilled deeper. Their lives have taken firm grip, On to the strongest ropes, Whose ends are knotted to weak poles. Most of them lose it with time, Like you and I at some point; Only few keep the fire burning, As they wait for their deliverance. Children of faith, I don't understand what it is that they are made of, But only they know what their origins are. We want to walk like them, And borrow lessons from their trials, As we try to put on their coats, Just to feel the coldness or warmth or both; That they get from their shield of faith. She wants to follow their example, And keep hearing their tales. He wants to live a life like theirs; And keep reciting their prayers. We plead with them, To Teach us ; How to build faith like theirs. When the storms are rough, When the floods are yet to wash away our feet- When misfortune befalls us, Or when we feel we've lost it all.
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