Leaning
Faith can sound so one-sided,
like what one does to survive.
Or this is the great secret
of belief, we can contrive.
For many the only "faith" they know is the last resort kind,
when life is out of control.
It seems when reality sweeps away
all the leaves they have sewn
And laid them bare, exposed
as they truly are known,
They then conjure the "faith"
to some higher one
out there somewhere
to fix what was done.
But I have a friend, I know Him well,
Better still He knows me
And as we walk along each day
We live in reality.
Copyright © Jack Eldridge | Year Posted 2018
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