~Faith or Soot?~
It may seem strange,
and a little out of range,
but my faith remains in my forefront.
I'm not shy to admit --
I'd be lost without it:
my faith in my God, who is my Light.
To Him, through life, I call.
To Him, during downs, I bawl.
To Him, when confused, I crawl.
To Him, I go above all.
I'd be stranded without His comfort,
abandoned without my Escort --
Just the thought gives me fright:
Life without my Faith?
Gee, would I still exist?
My faith keeps me resilient
through hardships numbered a million.
He's by my side in both day and night.
He molds me, upholds me,
parts the blinding, treacherous sea.
He shapes me into who I may become:
righting my wrongs
and fighting my fight.
My faith keeps me firm as a tree.
Losing it is to remove the sturdy root
that allows life and prosperous fruit.
The tree would wither to soot,
and in the end, soot remains soot.
Soot -- without fruit.
So I choose my Faith
to be the root on which I rely,
to help me grow up to the sky,
to allow abundant fruit,
and to prevent any soot.