The Reality of Faith

bgremaud24

Mar 29

1 min read

Does faith get easier?

Mountains remain the same;

and I am of small frame.

Yet you, the name above names,

move them with your whispers.

I trust in your renown.

You wear the crown.

You have worn the thorns,

The curtain has torn;

a new reality born!

Within this reality reborn

my mountains are flat,

no more.

My King has swore,

to be for my small frame forevermore.

Is faith no more?

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