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Emotional Your faith has always shook,
It's always been unsteady,
Tilted over the edge,
Just a second from being dropped over the ledge,
You've always questioned if it was even there.
Hidden somewhere deep within,
Yourself, maybe laid dormant,
Sheltered itself from all the torment,
But all the same, maybe, its there.
You find yourself in constant ache,
Wondering, how much more you can take.
Holding on to the fact there is hope,
Where there is faith,
Where there is a will,
There is a way.
Your hand is reaching towards the sky,
For god to take when you cry.
Hoping there is still a chance you'll be free,
From all the sorrow, evil that you see.
Your holding out to the possibility that there is more,
To stand up,
To hold your own,
To fight for.
Then the loss of battle you face,
When overcoming a tidal wave,
Of uncertainty of a life unclear.
Of all that you fear.
You hope that there is something,
That is worth holding on to.
Than the pain that races through your veins.
It's something you can't see,
Sometimes don't know if its even there.
Thinking, that life is unfair,
That you were dealt the rougher draw,
The short straw.
Yet, you know you were meant for so much more than what is seen,
Past the grey and into the blue,
Of a life so treasured and true.
It's blind faith, or so they say,
Though its real,
Depending on how you feel,
When you put your love in the stars above,
Past the light and to the father, creator of the beautiful white dove.
They say, it means nothing if you can not see it,
It's not there if not in eye sight,
But they are far from right.
When the darkness overcomes the light,
It does not mean it isn't there,
It glows brighter than the moon up high,
The one thing that you know isn't a lie,
As it fades that night and appears once more the next.
Sometimes even brighter than the last,
And as beautiful as a comic blast.
Faith, is always there but can be hidden,
When the heart continues to break,
Leaving a rip in its wake.
And you start second guessing if he's even there and if your loved,
By the father, lord.
And if he forgives your sorrowful sins,
If your worth being risen up to stand by his side on judgment day,
Or if you'll be left, made to stay,
And watch the end as it begins.
So you hold on to faith.
To the possibility you are good,
In everything that you are,
And not bad, not by far,
As you hold on to that one thought.
That no matter how hard you fought,
That it was for all the right and not wrong reasons.
Others call it blind faith in something they never seen,
On a man born before our times,
To give his life for us, our sins and all our crimes.
To love something you don't know,
To worship a god that gave us it all,
Who had to watch as his son took the fall.
In order for man to live,
Yet we are blind to what he had to give,
So they call it blind and pointless.
To follow in a prayer,
To god when you think no one else is there to care.
It's faith that makes you believe,
In a better place than earth,
That is made for true believers of him.
And has you continue to reach for the world you know can't be touched until death,
You know its still there and waiting,
For his children to come home.
Faith is all you have and its all you need,
As you stare at the clouds of white,
Drowning in the beauty at the sight,
Of a place made to help us grow,
And all other things that make the world flow,
With life and purity,
As saw in his eyes,
As he watches over us in the presence of angels,
All over from different angles.
Faith may be something we can not see,
It may be something we wonder about,
Because it will always falter,
When life becomes to much,
And such.
But as we grow, we learn,
And our spirits strengthen and soar,
Whether we are rich or poor,
We are all the same.
We all have wings made to fly,
When we have to say goodbye.
Faith may be hard to find,
When life is not so kind,
But it is there buried deep,
Just asleep,
Until it is risen once again.
Faith makes our heart keep from falling completely,
As it brings hope and that's something.
Because its better than feeling nothing.
