Faith is never an easy entity to face.
What does it look like?
Does it have two eyes?
No eyes at all?
Faith is walking when everyone tells you there’s no ground.
What do you do when no one else believes?
Does it have to be hard?
No, we just step?
Faith is what made me hold my head up high when other people lied.
What is harder than that?
Does a life of following God deserve that?
No time to ask?
Faith is fighting on when nothing makes sense.
What are the reasons?
Does any of this make sense?
No way to know right now?
Faith is flawless and it’s part of my heart.
What is courage?
Does it grow?
No turning back?