By George Thurlow
Faith just does it And doesn't question God. It's not a pew potato Or a bump upon a log. It goes right into action And heeds the Lord's commands. There's no doubt or hesitation It's obedience on demand. Faith is a matter of trusting Though the picture not complete, And it allows the Holy Spirit To direct and guide the feet. It's walking with a blindfold But feeling safe and secure, Because the One who walks beside him Is steadfast, able, sure. It's confident of the outcome, Doesn't know the word defeat, Refuses to bend or buckle Under pressure, stress or heat. Faith is fueled with fire And power from on high, Not of human effort But on the Spirit does rely. It's shield deflects the fiery darts Of discouragement and dismay, Makes one certain of the victory That is sure to come his way. The man of faith refuses glory, He happily steps aside And gives glory to who the glory is due The One in whom he does abide.
*This poem has been put to music by Diane Fenderson and is featured on her CD Love Called My Name 2014
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