Faith It was a tree in my head Covered with gifts When I looked at it at first, But as time passes by, It is a dependable cane to soothe leaning on it Any pain and tears On the steep hill of life That storm and blizzard often rage. If I am with you I love Holding the cane of faith firmly, Even though I fall in the puddle of death suddenly, As my fountain of courage spurts Enough to cross it vigorously Without trembling with fear. The cane of faith That I received without any qualification or price Is your own noble gift That I can't buy or get Even for anything on this earth. Whenever the waves of life rage, Please let me gaze at Moses To stretch out the cane of faith powerfully Crying "Don't be afraid! Stand still And see what the Lord will do To save you today." To the people who bawl out with resentment In front of the Red Sea that enemy troops run after.