To trust what cannot be seen,

This is what I call faith.

To know that it’s there,

Like some kind of wraith.


My savior is no ghost,

He has saved you and I from eternal pain.

He made the ultimate sacrifice,

For his perfect son was slain.


He knows we sin,

Yet, he still loves.

This love is beautiful,

Like two turtle doves.


We continue to fall,

And he’s who picks us up.

We have been forgiven,

With a drink from the bloody cup.


He remains loyal,

And we break the trust.

Creation keeps hurting its’ creator,

Ever since we came from the dust.


He continues to care,

About you and I.

This is a question,

I can’t wait to ask why.




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Martin Elder

Sun 13th Jan 2019 23:03

Well said Tyler

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