FAITH

Come ye faithful raise the strain
of triumphant gladness.
Faith of our fathers living still
in spite of dungeon, fire and sword

I have fought the good fight I have kept the faith but...if I have faith to remove mountains and have not love I am nothing. ....Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass or glory in the flower. We will find strength in faith that looks through death. In years that bring the philosophic mind.......and a man shall be as the shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land.