Faith That Walks...

Reposting this on a morning when I want to remember James 2:17...

"So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead."

Was it their faith--or the marching
That crumbled those walls of Jericho?
Walking faith that moves.
Shout, for the Lord has given you the city.

Was it his faith--or the altar building
That brought Abraham's thicket ram?
Painful faith that trusts.
On the mount of the Lord it shall be provided.

Was it their faith--or the hidden baby
That saved Moses to lead God's people?
Brimming reed-basket of faith.
I have come down to deliver them.

Was it their faith--or the Red Sea steps
That drove back those walls of water?
Believing footprints of faith.
For the Lord fights for them.

Was it her faith--or the red rope dangling
That spared Rahab and her family?
Scarlet streaming faith.
And she has lived in Israel to this day.

Faith without works--
Is dead.
Useless.
A diseased fruitless tree.
And the fig tree withered at once.

Not deeds--
That justify.
For only Grace redeems.

But in all this...
A faith that does.
A faith that acts.
A faith that abides.
A faith that cries out:

I believe; help my unbelief.

And so--
I will reach for the fringe of His garment.
With grasping faith.
Trusting in
The giver of Faith.

Help me to
Walk--
My faith.
Clinging to
The One
Who is faithful.

~Kara Chupp