I’ve never been to Bethlehem,
Nor walked by Galilee.
And the hills that knew my blessed Lord,
I may never live to see.
But I’ve tried to trace His footsteps,
Across the Sacred Page.
And by faith, I know He rules today,
As He has in every age.
O, Faith, faith without it,
You just cannot please the Lord.
Have faith, faith, to doubt it,
Brother, you cannot afford.
For faith is the substance
Of things hoped for and yet not seen.
And lack of faith is why the church is so awfully lean.
–eab, 11/1973
Written while principal of Wyandot Christian School in Ohio
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