The Steadfast Man of Faith
By Naomi Johnson
You rise each morning with purpose in your eyes,
Your soul anchored in truth that never dies.
Through tempests and trials, you hold your ground,
For in God’s grace, your strength is found.
The world may whisper its tempting lies,
But you lift your heart to the open skies.
Your prayers ascend like incense sweet,
As heaven and hope in your spirit meet.
Your faith is not a fragile flame—
It burns with power, steady and tame.
When shadows fall or darkness creeps,
Your courage wakes while others sleep.
You walk the path that few will tread,
With the Word of God as your daily bread.
A soldier of light, both humble and bold,
Your spirit gleams with a heart of gold.
You lift the weary, comfort the lost,
Bearing your cross, no matter the cost.
Through your words, the broken are healed,
Their souls revived, their wounds are sealed.
You are the oak that storms can’t bend,
A faithful servant, a loyal friend.
Your trust in God is your sure defense,
Unmoved by pride, or false pretense.
When others falter, you still believe,
In the promise that hearts can conceive.
You speak with gentleness, act with grace,
Reflecting the glory of God’s embrace.
You are the Steadfast Man of Faith,
A living witness, a vessel safe.
Guided by truth, refined by fire,
A soul uplifted—forever higher.
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