Faith is the heartbeat that throbs in the spirit
able to taste the wind and feel the stars,
has ability to know not by words, but by instinct,
never the language of the mind,
but the song that flows from the center of one's being.
Which is why, depth of knowledge doesn't prevail,
for as the Lord declared,
even a faith the size of a tiny mustard seed
could move a mountain.
It is when belief is given hands,
we reached beyond thought to faith's true grasp,
because our lips alone are not the pillars of conviction
without laying our bodies upon the altar of risk.
Say it well in honeyed phrase, shout it all day long,
still fingers and feet are the real talons,
to prove what we honestly treat as more than theory.
Walking in shadows, but not denying the fear,
eyes wide open to see what danger is present,
yet moving ahead, heart pounding and head aching,
all because God and His promises genuinely possesses
in such potent hold of one's life.
Bathed in the quiet unseen ecstasy
ofknowing in His touch,
this path strolled where others merely debate,
following invisible footprints
mapped out by the soul.
Gold trophy winner
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