Faith That Lives
We must not call belief our crown
when hearts are cold, when love breaks down.
For words alone are empty breath—
Faith without works is still as death.
Religion pure, the Lord has shown,
is caring for the lost, the lone.
The widow’s cry, the orphan’s need—
To serve in love is faith indeed.
But if our faith is rage and scorn,
a clashing gong, a heart forlorn,
then all our zeal is but disguise—
a noise that blinds, a fire that dies.
Yet Christ within remakes the soul,
His mercy heals, His hands make whole.
Temptations fall, the heart is new,
the world is changed by love and truth.
O Lord, when hate would take its stand,
teach us to reach with open hand.
Let love for foes outshine our creed,
and prove our faith in word and deed.

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