Then the boy’s father cried out, “I do believe, help my unbelief!” -Mark 9:24
So many times I tremble, and say naught,
And yet I know You: God, as You did claim.
So often, mere security I’ve sought.
Though weak I be, through me defend Your name.
Relying on myself, with spirit sore,
I treat Your strength as fable one did weave.
So many days Your mercy I ignore.
Lord, help my unbelief. I do believe.
I balk from change I know will make me whole.
I failure fear, and wordly triumph seek.
Lord, You alone could love my wretched soul.
Do crush my foolish pride, and make me meek.
If those who ask, receive, and seekers find,
Lord, make me with You one in heart and mind.