Faith Without Action

Too often, we see injustice and say,
“Forgive and let the Lord repay.”
But these words, though holy, are bent,
An excuse for silence, not what was meant.

The Bible doesn’t call us to stand by,
To watch as the helpless plead and cry.
It teaches courage, to right the wrong,
To lift the weak and make them strong.

I admire the cobra, sleek and wise,
Its venom a truth that none denies.
Its nature, fierce, I can forgive,
But never let it where I live.

So, too, with power, unchecked and raw,
Like Pharaoh’s rule or unjust law.
The cries of Abel, the widow’s plea,
Echo through time, demanding to see.

Forgive the oppressor, but stay awake,
For power unchecked is a deadly snake.
Though fierce and cunning, they must atone,
For we shan't let them make our home their own.

"Walk with them two," they twist and say,
To mean endure and look away.
But truth was meant to make a stand,
To expose injustice, not lend it a hand.

Offer the cheek not in defeat,
But to make the abuser repeat.
Will they strike again, unashamed,
And show the world their evil claimed?

Yes, the Bible says forgive, but hear the call:
For the wealthy and cruel, a reckoning falls.
“Wail and weep, you who hoard and steal,
For the Lord will break what you refuse to heal.”

James warned the rich who withhold their gold,
Their treasures will rot, their stories retold.
The cries of the workers rise to the skies,
Their wages unpaid, their worth denied.

Jesus walked where injustice reigned,
And with His hands, the broken He reclaimed.
He healed the sick, but He stood for the poor,
Calling the proud to open the door.

He spoke to the rulers, exposing their sin,
"Clean the inside, not just the skin."
He faced their scorn, their plots, their lies,
And with truth unyielding, He defied.

Moses stood with a staff in hand,
Against Pharaoh’s power, he made his stand.
“Let my people go,” the Lord declared,
Freedom won because Moses dared.

Nehemiah built while holding a sword,
Defending the walls of a city restored.
The prophets wept but still took their place,
Speaking boldly with unshaken faith.

Forgiveness is holy, but justice is too,
For the Lord delivers what is just and true.
He calls us to act, to raise our voice,
To defend the helpless and make a choice.

Faith is action, not hollow creed,
It walks where the wounded bleed.
It lifts the fallen, confronts the strong,
And sets the broken back where they belong.

So let the oppressors wail and cry,
For the Lord is near, His justice nigh.
We are His hands, His voice, His light,
To bring His kingdom into sight.

The prophets have spoken, their voices clear,
Of justice to come, of a kingdom near.
Christ walked the road, His path was paved,
By hands that healed and a love that saved.

But now it’s our turn to take the stand,
To bring His justice with our own hand.
The call isn’t silent, it doesn’t fade,
It echoes in hearts where courage is made.

The world still groans, the poor still cry,
While the proud build towers that scrape the sky.
But we are the ones He sends today,
To tear down walls and show the way.

For faith without action is cold and bare,
A tree that withers, roots laid to despair.
We must be the hands that lift the weak,
The voice of hope when the voiceless speak.

Like David who faced the giant’s might,
Armed with faith and a will to fight.
Like Esther, who risked her throne to save,
The lives of her people from an early grave.

We cannot wait for a sign or a flame,
The work is before us, the need is plain.
The Lord’s command is bold and stern:
“Love demands action—now it’s your turn.”

To comfort the broken, to bind the wound,
To sow His peace where hatred is strewn.
To stand for the weak, to call out the lie,
To shine His truth where shadows lie.

Yes, we’ll pray, and we’ll leave it to Him,
But the Lord has sent us to make it right again.
We are His hands, His voice, His call,
To lift the fallen, to stand tall.

Faith without action is dead, they say,
A silent prayer that fades away.
The Lord’s not waiting for us to sit,
He calls us to act, to never quit.

So while we wait for His perfect plan,
We work His justice with our hands.
To right the wrong, to heal the land,
And build His kingdom, where we stand.

Again, we’ll pray, and leave it to Him,
But we are the correctors, the light within.
With faith, we rise, with truth, we lead,
For faith without action is no faith indeed.