Faith is the whisper when storms arise,
The steady flame that never dies.
It does not wait for skies to clear,
But walks through clouds without a fear.
Faith lifts its eyes when sight grows dim,
And builds a bridge where none has been.
It plants a seed in barren sand,
Believing rain is close at hand.
Faith works — not idle, weak, or still,
But moves in step with Heaven’s will.
It prays, then acts; it trusts, then tries,
It sows with tears, yet still relies.
Faith works when reason says, “It’s done,”
When hope seems lost, it finds the sun.
It stands on promises, not proof,
And builds its home on God’s own truth.
Faith works in silence, love, and grace,
It sees God’s hand in every place.
Through trials deep, through mountains tall,
Faith knows — with God, it conquers all.
So when your heart feels weak or worn,
And every dream seems bruised or torn,
Remember this — through doubts and mirk:
Faith never fails… because Faith works.