What is Faith?
Faith, And we speak casually of it, And what it really means. We say we know what it means. Faith, it says, is the substance Of things hoped for, The evidence of things not seen. And there then we see, it is substance Of things we may not see. Conflicted within ourselves We doubt it. We doubt Him And all His plans for us. When confronted with a choice, We deny it. We deny our own promise. We deny His truth, We deny our heavenly Treasure. We deny Him. Conflicted by worldly thoughts And songs Never truly asking ourselves why. What does it mean to have faith? To cross a parted sea, To face a giant, To smile when tragedy comes, To trust and believe... And we speak of it as if we know, But do we know? Faith, it says, is the substance Of things hoped for, The evidence of things not seen. But do we know what that means?