A faith so weak it’s kept behind keys,
A faith so weak it can’t face these,
These words of logic and questions from reason,
Even curiosity against it is called high treason,
A faith so fragile, so frail, so weak,
Can it truly be the truth we seek?
But say I, see the egg in its nest,
See it shielded there from predator and pest,
How fragile, how frail, how terribly weak.
How could it hold more than a beak so meek?
But unknown to us all, growing in its depths,
A phoenix stirs, the king of its sept.
So feeble an egg, brings forth such wings,
So can a feeble faith, bring forth great things.
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