Blind Faith
They think that, when you hear the gospel, you start working, creating by your own strength a thankful heart which says, ''I believe.'' That is what they think true faith is—Martin Luther
Your faith is not blind
Change is what you’ll find
Submit
now, your troubled mind
Genuine and kind
Admit
all bad acts, unbind
Re-born! A refined
flame lit
God ‘s soldier commit
Good works, Jesuit
Faith is
everywhere, we sit
on a chair made fit
With this
a carpenter’s wit
Blind faith like hell's pit
Amiss
Holy Spirit bliss
The humble He gifts
Mankind
righteousness is its
divinity’s kiss
Remind
us of His promise
Paradise justice
designed
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2023
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