Faith is a very simple thing,
Though little understood;
It frees the soul from death’s dread sting,
By resting on the blood.
It looks not on the things around,
Nor on the things within;
It takes its flight to scenes above,
Beyond the sphere of sin.
It sees upon the throne of God
A victim that was slain;
It rests its all on His shed blood,
And says, “I’m born again.”
Faith is not what we see or feel,
It is a simple trust
In what the God of love has said
Of Jesus as the Just.
ML 01/15/1950