The world’s always lost in part,
Faith but flows in the same direction, athwart,
Problems line up in life, like graphs on a chart,
How much can you avoid, so get smart.

Your faith saves you from traffic and noise,
And faith is always yours, always your choice,
Like arrows pointed to the skies,
It calls you to the truth, away from lies.

My Christianity or yours, or your faith any,
When you’ll taste it, you’ll find reasons many,
You’ll fall in love with it, through thick and thins,
Only actions will not, good thoughts will also,
Wash away your sins.

The corridor of faith, and doors with labels,
Christianity never binds you to unwanted cables,
Be free in your wisdom, explore all the attractions,
Travel the world, all the cultures, all the nations,
Never but fall in the lap of expectations.

Faith here is journey, in hereafter is a reward,
When you’ll be dedicated and feel way ward,
Know then home of lost, have found you again,
Nothing good you’d do will ever go in vain.

Time is the tide, and if you feel overpowered,
It will surprise you, not your brave but your coward,
For when courage lays hands on torment of soul,
The world will disappear so you can see your goal.

I broke many chains that could not hold me,
I never stayed in thoughts that just sold me,
So you hold on to that cross in good faith brother,
Away from faith, it feels so cold, I’d disappear rather.

Yes, the world is lost, but as long as your grip is strong,
There’s nothing you can ever do to do the wrong,
Save yourself from wandering too far from senses,
Love is the epic conclusion of all the wise lenses.

Where will you find faith if not in chants of eyes,
Don’t run after the blind suffering optical demise,
You’ll find it written, Alif, on every grain of rice,
Don’t be idol worshiper, don’t be shapes, just be,
Nice.

You choose your path never blame the system,
When you join the crowd, never blame the wisdom,
Leave your profession if it compels you to wrong,
When you pay for the taxi, you also pay for the song.

The world may gather to tell you other things,
But truth when arrives in your heart it rings,
However dead, a drop of desire makes it sing,
How fabricated is everything with the same,
Piece of string.

You are not a businessman, know not fabrics,
The truth is always above you, in the attics,
Your house of faith teaches about straight paths,
Call him into your heart one who the evil loaths.

Mind works when it’s open, heart, when willing,
Hope flows through your veins, blood is just a filling,
Can your heart hope to live without blood in it?
Can it say enough without flood in it?

Too fast to judge are always too slow to think,
The journey of moments from blink to blink,
Unevenly divided through tears and shining,
Eye lashes know better how time is mining.

Time is precious, never waste it to riddles,
Lack of faith leaves symbols to middles,
Outside the boxes are treasures of cross,
See the verb in the shape or it’s your loss.

We are all crossing the same hell and heaven,
How we are distributed only knows number seven,
God almighty gave us all roles to play with virtue,
So let yourself out to the open even in the curfew.

May these words guide a little, those seeking,
Those who know faith, but doubting and freaking,
See there’s an empathy of doubts and beliefs,
Whoever dives deeper, the better then achieves.

Today I write it, tomorrow you might need it,
Or to some lost fella, if my words can feed it,
There are no condition, you can always meet it,
If good is inside you, no evil can ever defeat it.

I’m not a preacher, nor any sort of Jack Reacher,
I’m study with dedication, I am not a teacher,
I’m not quality of my faith, I’m not a feature,
May light never give up on you, I’m that beseecher.

When you pass by the churches, remind yourself,
That’s just one house of God, and beside yourself,
There are things to see, in you is humanity,
Humanity is in you and in it is your vanity.

Take a moment, rest your thought, feel lighter,
You’ll think, feel through your world brighter,
Heaven knows what it means to be faith igniter,
I’d rather be myself, I’d rather be just a writer.