A raw and powerful poem about faith in modern America—corruption, decay, and the endurance of truth. “Faith in Practice (America, Now)” exposes the nation’s moral collapse while reminding us that God’s justice still reigns.
Looking into nothing,
but seeing everything—
billboards screaming salvation for sale,
preachers in tailored suits blessing corruption,
men who swear allegiance to God
but bow to gold.
The soil is tired.
The rivers carry our waste like confession.
Children grow up learning debt before wonder.
The poor pray harder while the rich buy louder prayers.
And yet—faith still breathes.
It always finds a way to crawl through the cracks
of this empire pretending to be eternal.
Power doesn’t blush anymore.
It laughs in plain sight,
building kingdoms out of loopholes
and calling it law.
But every tyrant forgets—
dust never forgets its place in the order of things.
They rise,
they sneer,
they sign their names to injustice
and think eternity doesn’t keep receipts.
Faith doesn’t play their games.
It waits in alleys and church basements,
in the tired hands of single mothers,
in quiet men who plant seeds they’ll never see grow.
It’s not polite.
It’s not soft.
It’s the kind that holds funerals for dreams
and still wakes up to fight for the living.
Faith knows the ledger’s already written.
That every headline promising decay
is still just a subplot in a larger story—
one where the corrupt choke on their own smoke
and justice, slow and deliberate,
steps through the door like dawn.
It’s not blind optimism.
It’s battle-tested sight.
The kind forged in graveyards and layoffs,
in nights when prayers sound more like cursing
than hymns.
Faith keeps walking—
mud up to the knees,
eyes on the horizon—
because quitting would only honor the wrong side.
And when the proud call it weakness,
faith just smirks.
It knows who built this ground,
who carved freedom from stone and pain,
who whispered “love your neighbor”
when neighbors turned each other in.
It knows the kingdom of men
is always temporary housing.
So let the rulers posture.
Let their walls get higher,
their words slicker,
their greed more refined.
Every tower of arrogance
is already leaning.
Every unjust decree
has a timer ticking underneath it.Faith doesn’t flinch.
It’s been through Rome, Babylon, and worse.
It knows God’s math doesn’t use their numbers.
And when the storm breaks—
when all the spin and steel and slogans collapse—
the meek, the weary, the steady
will be left standing,
hands dirty, hearts clean,
smiling at the sunrise they never stopped believing in.
Created by Steve
Scripture Anchors (HCSB)
- Isaiah 5:20 — “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness.”
- Psalm 37:35–36 — “I have seen a wicked, violent man well-rooted like a flourishing native tree. Then I passed by and noticed he was gone.”
- Habakkuk 2:3 — “Though it delays, wait for it; since it will certainly come and not be late.”
- Proverbs 21:30–31 — “No wisdom, no understanding, and no counsel will prevail against the Lord. A horse is prepared for the day of battle, but victory comes from the Lord.”