Our faith’s a pier-less bridge round
corner of blizzard and dust, so long
as men can see and cipher the song
of trust. Let hope, desire and whim
watch the morning rise we mount a
path ahead, oh with thoughtful pace
For fear the stars would melt we dried
our vale of tears, a sound of brimstone
burning whisper into our ears. It bears
the soul as bold. to duel the storm and
chase, Lord what woes we must endure
in search of form and grace.
Amid incense and spiritual hymns;
The dawn of hope and faith begins.
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For my prompt ‘guerison par la foi – Faith, healing’ tomorrow at
8:00 am EDT.
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