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
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