Beata Agustin Poet Narrative

Faith's Growth

Dead faith… 
 was then I had 
  being smitten in trespasses and sins.

     By hearing God’s Word…
      biblical faith was imparted to my heart
       granting me redemption of eternal life’s worth.

From no faith, my soul God reached out…
 With regenerated heart, I started walk of faith
  That adversities ceaselessly challenge.

     Midst sin-caused miseries…
      I succumbed to skepticism bouts
       Testing my faith, proving its genuine functionality.

Honestly, I admit that there were moments…
 I wallowed in guilt of faith’s absence
  When engulfed by unbelief-pangs.

     Likewise, in the crucible of trials…
      I was challenged along doubts and fears
       Thus, rebuked was I, “Oh ye of little faith” by my Saviour.

Seeking my Lord, I always beg…
 “Increase my faith” with earnestness
  Believing that He can as He sees my plea.

     Hence, by Christ and His strength…
      I keep on growing in His grace and knowledge
       To receive His commendation, “Great is thy faith.”*

*Matthew 15:28 Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.

April 24, 2019

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Caren Krutsinger April 25, 2019 at 5:24 AM The opening of this one had me almost not breathing as I could not picture "dead faith" for you, Beata. I truly could not. You are so passionate and on fire with it.