Might and Faith

 







A girl was born long time ago;

Her mother Love called her Faith.

But life was with the girl too raw,

Because she met all people's hate.


Faith lived always in fear,

People called her mother mad:

Love said her daughter just appeared,

That God was her real dad.


Once Faith hid in the old shrine

Away from people's words of dirt:

But why her father so divine

Lets others make her hurt?


Many months and years passed.

She lived from the religious gifts.

Faith grew up a winsome lass;

That's where her story shifts.


A king called Might looked at her vision;

His heart fell blind with adoration;

He changed her name to Religion

And Might and Faith ruled over the nation.


And if you have some patience,

Searching the highlight.

It is true, that Faith gives us salvation,

But look for her by Might.

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