| Faith |
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| Poem written by Elder J.A. Rowell, Sr. | |
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Faith is the eye by which we see, The distant promised land, And brings it close to you and me, By faith we understand, The mysteries of that blessed place, The glories of our Lord, The gospel of his saving grace, The wonders of his word. We walk by faith and not by sight, The straight and narrow way, Faith shines, a beacon through the night, A landmark by the day, To guide our weak and weary feet, Through dangers oft unknown, That when our journey is complete, We did not walk alone. For minus faith, our earthly walk, Would be a dismal trip, By faith, with Jesus we can talk, And have sweet fellowship. Oh, blessed faith, our seeing eye, A gift to use and hold, A gift to cherish, 'til we die, A gift, not bought or sold. |
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