Forsaking All I Trust Him,
Whether the day is bright,
Or the night grows dim.
Of things not seen, the evidence,
The just shall live by faith,
For by faith is their existence.
As small as the mustard seed,
Faith can move mountains,
Manifest it through your deed,
Faith, the fruit of the Spirit,
But when the Son of Man comes back,
Will He on earth find it?
We are saved through faith by grace,
It's not by our own effort,
Let's run, with this faith, our race.
Oh LORD! Let our faith be increased,
For we walk by faith, not sight,
And without faith, You can't be pleased.
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016
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