This poem was inspired in part by our Sunday morning message from WBC
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,
let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.
And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.
For the joy set before him he endured the cross,
scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners,
so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
What a welcome the morning sky unfurled to the waking world,
Hard to feel the way we should if we are strangers to God’s word
Hard to keep the crucial lines of right and wrong from being blurred
Hard to make the better choice if the voice we heed is our own
Hard to sharpen ir’n with i’rn if feeling is faith’s whetting stone
Hard to feel ‘never alone’ without His promises to gird
Hard to keep the ship on course without the compass of His word
Hard to turn the other cheek when what we seek is what we see
Hard to find comfort or peace without Faith in God’s surety
Hard to find true happiness if we depend on how we feel
Hard to live with thankfulness if circumstance governs Hope’s wheel
Hard to love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul, strength and mind
Hard to let faith take the lead if courage is feeling-defined
Faith is more than matter subject to a feeling’s moody swings
Faith, the Substance of our hope and evidence of Hidden Things
Faith, though mustard seed in size can move a mountain to the sea
Faith is not a feeling, but God’s influence in you and me
© Janet Martin