FAITH WITHOUT WORKS
At the alter you made your request,
Hoping that God would hear and send His best.
Plenty of prayers have gone on up,
But while you wait the blessings got stuck.
The following week you anointed with oil.
You waited a day, and
Then added two more.
For Mustard seed faith,
Existed no more.
Growing tired of such,
Then it came to you:
Faith without works
Is dead, just as
The Good Book said.
Committed to trying again,
Your hands grew tired,
As your faith and works delivered,
The things you desired.
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