Tied By Faith

Bound by threads unseen, we tread, In fields of dusk, where light has fled. A whispered promise, old and frail, Guides our steps on life’s veiled trail. Through storms that churn, and fires that blaze, Through endless nights and cloudy days, Faith wraps tight, a silken bind, Unseen but strong, in heart and mind. Each stumble made, each tear we cry, Faith pulls us up when hopes run dry. A gentle hand, unseen, unknown, That leads us when we walk alone. In silent trust, the bond holds true, It bridges skies of grey and blue. For though we wander, lost and weak, It’s faith that lights the path we seek. No chains, no ropes, yet bound we stay, To dreams that dawn with each new day. The ties that bind us, pure and vast, A woven thread from future to past. So as we walk, alone or paired, By faith’s own hand, we’re always spared. Through unseen ties and whispers low, It’s faith that shows the way to go.