Cling to Your Faith

Death brings an end to everything we know,
my buttery toast and jam, my chocolate cake;
no food or toys come with me when I go,
my faithful soul, the only thing I’ll take.
I do not understand the how and why
God put us here with hope to go above;
I do know He expects us all to try
to grow our faith and most of all to love.
Enough God gives me so I can believe,
He proves a lot, but wants some faith from me;
to make a better world before I leave,
to leave it up to me, He made me free.
So to my faith in You, O God, I cling,
and someday You will tell me everything.

                     -- by Pete Voelz     10/10/11