Buried Faith

A breath of greatness reached the crowd.
They whispered softly, beating hearts growing loud.
The man before them appeared so brave.
He in whiteness and goodness.
His claims to save.
He raised an arm and held it high.
Tilted his chin to the sky.
No man, but God, could see his face.
No man, but God, saw his disgrace.
The people bowed their heads before him.
No one, but God could see defeat.
No one, but God, could feel their grief.
No one, but God could save their souls.
No one, but the man could convince them so.
A breath of buried souls that died,
when Faith crawled into its grave,
and blindly lay there, not quite so brave.