Faith, Is It

Faith is that to which I hold
Fingers cut bleeding almost broken
Fingers like claws have dug in the dirt
Have clung to stone somehow
Faith is it that which I look upon
With eyes sometimes blind
Other times hollow, void of a soul
Stare in desperation for answered
Look in hope of salvation
Faith I am to love, be loved
Or break another's heart
And in doing so break my own
Over and again till death
Or can love be saved, save me
Faith what are you
Where do you reside
In the stars the words of another
In the rain or the sunshine
Am I to find you
Or you to find me
Faith I ask to learn
I ask to know
What is your plan
For me

by Matthew Holloway

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