In the quiet corridors of a humble heart,
Where true faith whispers, a silent art.
Not in loud proclamations does it reside,
But in gentle acts, its presence implied.

"If you think you're religious, you're probably not,"
For true Christianity is in the deeds quietly wrought.
In the shadow of service, in love's tender embrace,
Following the path Jesus did trace.

Serving others, without seeking the light,
In the calm of the day, in the still of the night.
It's in the hands that feed, in the eyes that listen,
In the steps that follow, a mission christened.

For in the fabric of the humble, the divine is sewn,
Not in grandeur, but in kindness shown.
The essence of faith, in actions soft-spoken,
In every promise kept, every bond unbroken.

True Christianity, a quiet, humble service,
A journey inward, a purposeful purchase.
In the footsteps of Jesus, a path to emulate,
A call to love, to serve, to navigate.

So let our actions speak, in whispers true,
A testament of faith, in all we do.
For in the heart of service, quietly, profoundly,
The spirit of true Christianity is found, resoundingly.

February 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop