Sanctity Of Faith

Sanctity Of Faith short poem

Photo by Eddi van W.


In my trials and tribulations
Be they however great
I’ll forever own the splendor
In the sanctity of faith

You, my precious God
Are my hope, guide and way
Throughout this realm of ruin
Where I patiently remain

You amplify my vision
When blurred by policies
Of godless constitutions
And scientific fallacies

In a world marred by feuds
And depravity of endless bounds
In the midst of wretched waste
My resolve you surround

Allowing me an exodus
From spiritual regression
Providing me asylum
From this decaying prison

In all my allotted days
Amid triumphs and troubles
You are my brilliant beacon
Through lifts, and minor stumbles

Upon my last, departing day
I’ll lift my heart, mind and soul
Up to a timeless, sacred haven
To you is where I’ll go

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