When the world closes its door on you,
When the sun fails to raise you up,
When the tears stream and won’t stop,
Shut your eyes tight,
Breathe and think faith.
The Sunday morning chicken roast,
Inviting aroma of coffee pot,
The never ending magic of mom’s kitchen,
Take it in and think faith.
The shrill cry of a new born,
The triumph of a toddler’s first steps,
A little kid’s toothless smile ,
Draw it in and think faith.
For every day you lived, good and bad,
For every leap you took, little and big,
For every step you fell, tumbled and toppled,
Pull it in and think faith.
For faith is not a long river,
Flowing into the ocean of life,
It is all those little drops of water,
Which in itself makes the ocean.
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