Treasure Island

Joseph James Breunig 3rd

(Bangor, Maine (USA))

Poem: Measure of Faith


O Lord, I thank you once more,
for Your measure of faith in me.
I’ve made a decision of how to act,
regardless of what I feel or see.

I chose to release my faith three ways:
by praying, saying and doing what I should.
I trust You Lord to honor Your Word, while…
avoiding the silliness of knocking on wood.

Willingly, I step forward boldly with faith
through the wide doors of opportunities;
having consumed The Word in great quantities,
I speak firmly against Life’s uncertainties.

I have confidence in God’s perfect Love
and its ability to cast away unwarranted fear.
For Godly knowledge expands more quickly than…
the experiential accumulation of earthly years.

Using courage to press through mindsets of doubt,
I unashamedly confess my Lord’s Word aloud;
for it allows me to remain on a straight path
and kept separated… from the faithless crowd.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013

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Loosely based on:
Heb 13: 5; 1 Tim 6: 6; Phil 4: 11; Rom 8: 31-39

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