Then the boy’s father cried out, “I do believe, help my unbelief!” Mk 9:24
My Lord, how cruel my heart, which You should own!
How swift to overlook what You endured:
The nails; the whips that cut, exposing bone;
The mock’ry and the jeers that to sin lured.
Yet You sinned not, while I, ungrateful fool,
Give into fear of worldly honor lost.
O surely, love of Love should be my rule,
Whate’er the consequence, whate’er the cost!
Too worldly to seek God, I cling to earth.
Too timid to defend You, oft I stray.
I beg to love You more, to know Your worth,
For I do love You, more than I can say.
To know I disappoint You rends my soul:
Far better rent it be than hard and whole!