The Advantage of the Land

 

🔥 “The Advantage of the Land” 🔥

My mind builds castles, neat and clean,

But faith tears through them—sharp, unseen.

The mind demands to sit on the throne,

But faith says, “Walk where you’ve never known.”

The body pulls like a thief in the night,

Whispering logic, comfort, delight.

Faith above reason is war every hour,

Where the will to receive tries to devour.

The heart forgets, and falls from high,

Ten times a day we scream and cry.

Degree to abyss in a blink of time,

It’s the rhythm of ascent through grime.

The beast says, “Stop, don’t you dare believe,”

The soul says, “Rise, cling, don’t ever leave.”

Reason calculates—faith just jumps,

Where the body drags you into the dumps.

The Creator hides in the smallest test,

In the fall, the anger, the lack of rest.

We fight to remember with every breath,

Because forgetting faith is spiritual death.

And every moment we say, “Above this pain,”

We shatter the prison, break every chain.

For faith is the ladder that carries us higher,

Through the choking dust and burning fire.

The advantage of the land is not the climb,

It’s falling again ten thousand times.

It’s the war between heaven and skin,

Where faith above reason will always win.