Faith

You are to my growth as good soil to seed That thereby the flames of hope might never quench But the adversary by time drags my speed Setting me back and drowning me in a dirty drench My sight fails as the glowing torch grows dim Sluggish are mine movements for my my burdens I cannot bear But as i faint your voice from the wilderness do I hear Thou would fill with new strength,my limbs The hope of things not seen becomes my sight It fills my heart with abundant believes which are true The journey from famine to plenty becomes my flight Unto thine lines and precepts would I never be rude Thou that art my comfort when the going gets tough Would be my helper when the rugged path gets rough