Faith

Be attentive to the budding sprout of faith,
Singularly emplanted deep in the bowels of thy soul:
Encompass it with channels of Living Water;
Fertilize with regularity on the Word of God,
It's native, connatural, food of Promise;
Husband the full sunlight of discernment,
And urge on as it draws in the Breath of Life deeply,
Amid the gently sloping highlands of prayer.

"But he that received seed into the good ground
Is he that heareth the Word, and understandeth it;
Which also beareth fruit, and bringeth forth,
Some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty."

Faith is the magnificent spiritual organ of acquisition:
The Spring of Life flows at the believer's step,
But faith stoops and catches It up to drink;
The armor hangs on the wall: faith girds itself in it;
Faith digs, grapples, and grasps to apprehend,
While grazing freely throughout the garden of the Lord;
Faith only esteems and reckons on what He freely gives,
But, unceasingly, it stretches out it's hands to receive.

"Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well with him:
For they shall eat the fruit of their doings."
"Every tree is known by its own fruit. For of thorns,
Men do not gather figs; nor of a bramble bush gather they grapes."

Faith, however deep, is not a languorous reservoir;
It is, more properly,a freely flowing, boisterous channel:
The energy of His Life pours in through the artery of trust,
As Life flows, this ardent flux compels a way out,
Through fruit forced, so to speak, from the believer's soul.
Why does the meadowlark sing? Because he cannot help it.
Why does the branch bear fruit? It simply cannot help it!
 Life Forces ever flowing through from the Holy Root oblige outlet.

"Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord.
Behold the Husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit
Of the earth, and hath long patience for it,
Until He receive the early and the latter rain."