I think that could the weary world but know Communion with these spirits breathing peace Strangely a veil would lift, a light would glow, And the dark tumult of our lives would cease.
Faith is the prayer of words unsaid, The tear that falls upon the bed. Faith is the hope of one "Amen", The will that trusts and tries again. Faith is the day made fresh and new When evening draught absorbs the dew. Faith is the thought that lifts to bless The One beyond the arms' caress. Faith is the sky that leaves its gray To welcome in a sunny day. Faith, in a moment, dares the thing The heart petitions God to bring.