MOVE MOUNTAIN, MOVE

Up one early morn

Faith arose

Before dawn, had begun work

He toiled hard to push

Hurting his nails to their roots

He wouldn’t give up

And again to push he arose

Dusk closed in but he kept on

His destiny, to push it was

This Mountain must be moved

And harder still Faith pushed

Just then the mountain moved.

Moved!

And into the sea it plunged

Faith looked behind him

And full of smiles was Work

Work looked faith in the face

“You without me is…?”

“Vain”, they both chorused.

James 2:20 “So too, faith, if it does not have works [to back it up], is by itself dead [inoperative and ineffective].” (AMP)