The poem is about the faith in God. What inspired me, is that, many people think their problems are bigger than God; but the opposite is true.



No mountain is too high to climb;
For even Everest, men have reached the peak.
The sky cannot be the limit,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               for men have moved far beyond the sky                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           to launch powerful satellites in space

The seat of Faith stretches far beyond the sky
to the highest Heavens,
For Faith rests with our father in the highest Heaven.

No rule can hold, 
because Faith beats logic,
For Faith has defiled logic
even before creation began.
Logic is systematic and reasonable reasoning;
But Faith is moving beyond the impossible
to create what does not exist.

Faith fuels the fire in us,
to burn every burden and doubt in us;
Faith, like a river, flows in us,
to wash away every burden and doubt in us;
Faith, like air, fans our force into flame,
to consume our strongest foe in life.
As trees bow, as the wind passes;
so our greatest foe will bow to us,
when our Faith is so strong and deep.

Finally,if our Faith is so strong and powerful,
like the wings of the eagle;
then we can run and never be weary,
renew our strength daily,
and soar high above willy-nilly.



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