Sonnet of Faith’s Triumph
Faith is the flame that storms the heart’s high throne,
A glorious surge of hopes too vast to tame,
Its golden pulse through every age has shone,
The proof of joys no shadow dares to claim.
No veil can dim its bold, exultant fire,
It carves a path where mortal sight would fade,
A scepter raised o’er doubt’s defeated spire,
A song of conquest time cannot unbraid.
Through tempests fierce, faith lifts its victor’s cry,
A beacon crowned with heaven’s boundless gleam,
Its roots unshakeable where fears all die,
A tide of glory sweeping every dream.
Triumphant ever, faith in Christ ascends,
The radiant dawn that never bows nor bends.