With my faith restored and cup near about brim,
Sip in a largish and back to egg, bean & crumpet.
There isn’t much I do to abide in Him,
Just wait for sound of the promised old trumpet.
If I lose faith, what good can the grace do?
If I lose grace, what use can I put my faith to?
If I lose both, why should I continue living?
But since I have lost none, its thanks that I’m giving.