In studying the Millerite movement and the Great Disappointment of 1844, I began to think of the essence of faith, and why it is that people seem to lose their faith when something goes wrong. And, since I need to add to my poetry repertoire for my poetry class, I thought I’d write something about it.
Loss of Faith
We see it all through hist’ry,
Men whose hopes are dashed
Like ships upon the ocean
And against the tempest cast.
By folly of their own mistakes,
Their ruin can be sure.
Yet still they go and cast the blame
And reject what once they were.
But can a man walk blamelessly
Then with loss, reject the Call?
And if he then should lose his faith,
Did he have that faith at all?