I have the following posted on my wall above my desk, I do not know who the author is. It keeps me mindful of foundational things.
I asked of God, "give me a word
Of power, that mortals never heard,
That through the earth like flame shall fly
And quicken souls that sleeping lie.
The old words are outworn, that long
On banners flamed, or throbbed in song.
Love traffics, faith is in eclipse,
And silent are the prophet's lips.
Some new great word of thrilling tone
From out the choirs of heaven loan,
That I may cry it through the earth
Till faith and love shall have new birth."
Then waiting in the silence dim
Where dwelt the dreadful cherubim,
I felt a voice say, low and deep:
"The old words still their power keep,
Cry them again, and cry, and cry,
The human heart shall give reply.
There are in all the heavens above
No mightier words than FAITH and LOVE."