"Whence cometh faith?" the Master asked.
"From us!" the four friends cried;
"Had we not put him through the roof,
Weíre sure, he would have died."
"Whence cometh faith?" He asked again.
"From me," the woman said.
" I only touched His garmentís hem -
Iím free from years of dread."
Once again, "Whence cometh faith?"
Then Lazarus spoke true;
"It didnít come from me, dear Lord ~
It must have come from You."
From their faith, her faith, or His own -
And not to flaunt ~ "display" ~
When some folks chide, "You donít have
Reply "Whereís yours today?"
Faithís not so much a circle
But a sphere of love and aid ~
It can come from anywhere;
God chooses where itís made.
The heart, the body suffering,
The spirit grieved like His own
Can reach or yet receive from Him ~
Faith is His to loan.
So donít forget when Jesus asks;
Your faith? My faith? Or His?
The greatest thing about it all:
Use the faith that is!
Joan Clifton Costner
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