Some faith can be - a fickle foundation,
Like sinking structures on sifting sand,
A blind belief of short derivation,
Once tested, discarded first, out-of-hand.

What is mine?

Some faith can be - a stout suit of armor
That's put on tightly with wisdom and care,
Brightly burnished and shined by the Savior,
Against which no demon would have a prayer.

What is mine?

All have made choices, which faith to follow.
There are implications full of God's wrath.
Some beliefs are firm, and some are hollow.
But one thing is certain. We choose the path!

What is mine?