By Faith, Not By Sight

Though my eyes are clenched tightly shut,

            by instinct or sheer fright,

I walk on.

Though darkness squeezes my veins,

            turning scarlet to violet,

I march on.

Though petrified by the daunting unknown,

            craving to collapse and quiver,

I press on.

Though completely aware of the threats,

            heaped upon my head like coals,

I tread on.

Though scoffed and pointed and laughed at,

            maltreated by ones I love dearly,

I surge on.

Though burdened with weights of weakness,

            weary, but stirred by spirit,

I go on.

Though outwardly my flesh is wasting away,

            renewal flows inside, and by faith,

I live on.