Faith Atomic
A spoken word piece about faith as the ultimate force that changes worlds
Forget the atomic bomb— Faith splits reality in two: What is, and what will be.
Moses commanded water to stand. Elijah spoke, and heaven obeyed.
Faith isn't your Sunday feeling Or your backup plan's backup plan.
Faith is movement without retreat, Trust that burns bridges behind you Because God's building one ahead.
Your mouth is your reactor— What you confess in secret Becomes your public reality. Speak defeat? You'll wear it. Speak victory? You'll walk in it.
The poor see more miracles Because they have no backup— Just God or death. And God shows up.
But you've got seventeen safety nets, Wondering why heaven seems silent While negotiating with the Creator.
Faith doesn't fold its hands and dream— That's hope dressed as holiness. Faith kisses fear goodbye, Says "Watch this!" to impossibility, And moves like it already happened.
Abraham believed God would provide While walking up the mountain with the knife. That's faith—trusting what you can't see And obeying anyway.
Stop asking for more faith! God wrote the manual—Hebrews 11.
Faith isn't a feeling you wait for, It's a muscle you build. Every step without seeing, Every word spoken before it's real, Every trust without proof— You're releasing cosmic energy That makes nuclear fission look like a sparkler.
The world needs changing. YOU are the reactor.
Stop living like timidity makes you holy. Stop acting like God's power needs permission. Stop waiting for heaven to validate weakness.
Burn your boats. Cut your safety ropes. Tell your backup plan to find another sucker.
At your Red Sea moment— Lift your hand, Open your mouth, Command reality to reorganize Around Heaven's blueprint.
That's not presumption— That's your inheritance as His child.
The furnace children told the king: "Our God will deliver us. But even if He doesn't, We still won't bow." Faith without an asterisk.
You are a child of the Most High, Walking with dormant dynamite, Asking God for matches When He already made you the flame.
Faith changes worlds. First yours, Then theirs, Then everything.
Stop asking for it. Start walking in it. The sea will move. It's waiting for you to speak.
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." — Hebrews 11:1