Faith, the steadfast Anchor
In the depths of night, when shadows loom,
And doubts assail, like a gathering gloom,
There lies a flame, a flicker, so small,
A beacon of hope, to illuminate all.
Faith, the steadfast anchor, in tempest’s wrath,
A lighthouse of courage along life’s treacherous path,
Where storms may rage and winds may howl,
It nurtures the spirit, a tranquil soul.
Beyond what eyes can see, it dares to believe,
In miracles woven by fate’s golden sleeve,
It whispers softly amid doubt’s cruel sneer,
“Have faith, dear heart, for hope is near.”
When dreams lie shattered, like shards of glass,
And hope seems a distant, fading gasp,
With faith as your guide, let not despair assail,
For miracles blossom when faith does prevail.
For faith is the solace that kindles the fire,
The spark of resilience, the soul’s true desire,
It weaves a tapestry of dreams yet unseen,
And breathes life into possibilities unforeseen.
So hold fast to faith, when darkness descends,
For in its embrace, a universe extends,
Where dreams take flight on wings of hope,
And faith’s resplendence helps us to cope.
With unwavering trust, let your spirit ascend,
Through valleys of shadows, it shall transcend,
For faith is the compass that guides us anew,
To a realm where miracles blossom and dreams come true.
