It is for me and it is for you,
The Bible that is a book and Sonship too,
I know it becomes difficult,
Feelings like faith is an occult,
Then we no more believe in God of Creation,
When dreams are high and low is appreciation,
Of things, is when I fall back to thankfulness,
Feel where and what I am, and its gratefulness,
The evidence is hard to find, God’s fingerprints,
Feels you can’t reach to the holly sprints,
That’s when a God of faith gives me hope,
Live your life through the uneasy slope,
My Conscious becomes clear and I write,
Faith gives me power to fight the fright,
Breaken moments pop bubbles of trust,
Flying like a thin paper in troubles of gust,
Then know keeping faith is a way robust,
That it is hard to do but I always must,
Hold on to the flame O Christian child,
The world of faith is vast and open wild,
Palms over the candle when burning low,
It may take time, could be slow to grow,
Spin the fidget spinner, don’t get lost,
You’ll eventually find yourself out of frost,
If I won’t tell you even sadness makes us,
That it makes us more even it breaks us,
Following faith towards glory as it takes us,
The tide of time that lifts and shakes us,
Perhaps we don’t faith lack, it lacks us,
Faith and formulation of Godly thoughts,
The jacket of faith, the winter coats,
Inside you the need that promotes,
Will water the roots, remove the droughts,
Too grown up are you for Santa Clause?
What can he do but applause, applause,
Try to look up when you can’t look down,
Those stars are the hopes that you’ve flown,
Alien is the world to the district nine,
Learn to brew the beer and wine,
Cotton is pure and the industry cottage,
Of faith no, there’s never any shortage,
Weave like a weaver for a receiver,
Build the wooden dam o dear beaver,
Hold the faith of water be a believer,
Old man say, “it is a childish endeavor.”