Faith is sometimes the softest quiet beating

of a heart once more.

It's the silent whisper of wind gently lifting

a falling feather to soar.

There are times it is bold like mighty waves crashing

onto the crags at shore.

So loud as an army marching into battle bravely,

faith conquers evermore.

But often times faith becomes so weak and fragile that hope finds

no open door.

It's in those times of deepest sorrow when The Lord's grace covers me

more and more.