Faith That Sustains
When the walls seem to close in, And I strain to listen, Actively, and in passivity, To catch the whisper that sustains.
When the walls seem to close in,
And I strain to listen,
Actively, and in passivity,
To catch the whisper that sustains.
You as me, hidden in these animated remains,
Breathed as life in lungs as they rise and fall,
Hope clutched fast in fingered, fisted grasp,
Promises rested on stoned Foundation’s Cross, the call.
Leaving, standing, kneeling, unspoken word spooled saying,
Nothing, in awe and hands clasped whilst we praying,
To the Life, to the Love, within as without, even as flesh fraying,
You giving rest for the restlessness of broken hearts staying.
In the act of abiding, lives lived in layers,
Survival as worship, we prevail,
Upon days distant and passed strays,
Longing lingered in fulfilled fullness’ eternity.
Home far and near, neath flesh,
Gathered and bound in breath,
Holy Spirit as blaze and confessed,
Faith’s failed in weakness’s death.
In times,
In time,
Centered and constrained,
Trust given in life sustained.
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