In Him

We live and breathe a faith pored in the life of One;
We rest not in atonement, but in Him who made it;
Not in the death, but in Him who died;
Not in the resurrection, but in Him
Who rose, ascended, and ever liveth;
Not in the many statements about Him,
But in Him of whom they are made.
Thy faith may not bare conscious rapture;
It may yet be as timid as the woman's touch,
Ever so lightly on but the hem of His garment;
As small and focused as a mustard seed;
Or as desperate as Peter's panicked cry,
On that stormy night, "Lord save, or I perish!"
Erenow if the deepest yearnings of thy soul,
Be Christ ....... Christ ....... and only Christ,
He will be that Singular Thread that guides
Through this dark passage, and into the light of life.