Faith
FAITH
Our Father was Abraham in the desert.
Thy seed in Iasacc called.
The sacrifice was Jesus Lamb.
Upon the Cross.
The Flesh will profit nothing.
Life has no great rewards.
It is only in the Spirit, and in giving.
And in living without swords.
Living with the word of GOD.
Carry thy weapon made of wind my friend.
Strike Thy enemies with HIM.
And have they faith iff faith it bee,
And love the wife of thy youth, thy ewe.
And worry about nothing.
Faith.
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