Faith

Take it And Feed it tears shed in a lion's embrace After Bathe it in light bred in an empty tomb Then Swaddle it in crimson wool, laced with a lamb's blood And Tell it tales of swords made into pruning hooks While Singing lullabies of eagles' wings in winter, and mother hen's in spring Then Kiss it goodnight And Wish it dreams of lotus ponds, draped with poppies from end to end And End with the promise of tomorrow's sunrise That Reminds us faith functions as a conjunction, which links us to the power of God And Helps to propagate His miracles