Whatever Faith There- be
(A Priest's Lament)
The World with all its myriad differences
Is no less fabulous in it own way and means
I begin to wonder
Have I dwelt too much of late among the shining spires?
With no companionship, that the God’s demands
In the end all toils are not for naught
We must ponder of that which was good
Slay not the fond memories
Let them dwell with you, There is joy abound
I am human, a thing I do well not to forget
For without faith God is nothing
Yet in these dark times it seems
Faith itself hangs in the balance
We cannot plead for mercy while dealing pain
The shelter of ones own comfort will suffice
The storms may put out the fire
But life rages on
I look at the innocent shadows of the streets
The time has come, I knew it would
When I must descend in fury upon my affairs
My faith has been restored,
Only to find that it was just misplaced
There are given truths by strength of faith
Thus through belief and prayer all is made true
From heaven peaceful portals, faith is not misplaced
It was where the eye did not dwell
Hartley
(A Priest's Lament)
The World with all its myriad differences
Is no less fabulous in it own way and means
I begin to wonder
Have I dwelt too much of late among the shining spires?
With no companionship, that the God’s demands
In the end all toils are not for naught
We must ponder of that which was good
Slay not the fond memories
Let them dwell with you, There is joy abound
I am human, a thing I do well not to forget
For without faith God is nothing
Yet in these dark times it seems
Faith itself hangs in the balance
We cannot plead for mercy while dealing pain
The shelter of ones own comfort will suffice
The storms may put out the fire
But life rages on
I look at the innocent shadows of the streets
The time has come, I knew it would
When I must descend in fury upon my affairs
My faith has been restored,
Only to find that it was just misplaced
There are given truths by strength of faith
Thus through belief and prayer all is made true
From heaven peaceful portals, faith is not misplaced
It was where the eye did not dwell
Hartley
