My faith is seeded in the soil
where roots grow deep and life is born,
where worker ants and earthworms toil,
where acorns drop and oaks are formed.

On days when skies are overcast,
my faith is flowing in the rain
that feeds the fields as clouds roll past
and washes clean my sins and pain.

On days when skies are clear and bright,
amidst my gratitude and joy,
my faith is glowing in the light
that darker days cannot destroy.

Though faith finds tests in times of grief,
in passing tests faith thrives and grows.
Rain feeds both fields and my belief --
my faith is rooted in the rose.