The mountains begin to tremble and quake;
this new found faith is by no means fake!
All for the sake of the tiniest seed,
this was the truest need.
Uprooted trees have split and fallen down.
Oh, what a terrible, horrific sound!
This level of trust has brought copious amounts of power,
finest faith is growing by the hour;
it is like a strong tower,
and now, I have no need to, by it's base, cower.
Fear no longer ebbs and feigns,
but rather, boldness now holds the reins.
Timidity no longer possesses a home in my being,
now I have something far greater that doesn't require seeing.
He has given the faith to either move, or climb, mountains,
constant fellowship, invigorated heart encounters.
Climb in time with His moving hand,
for hope in any other will leave you sinking in the sand.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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