On Faith

On Faith short poem

The thought that faith requires
That one should wait his call
When of Heaven aspires
Intimidates my soul

The fear that stalks my heart
Exacts toll on my mirth
As doubt would not depart
It undermines my worth

My confidence erodes
Like banks eaten by floods
Or iron that corrodes
Or sinful royal bloods.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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