Help My Unbelief

O Lord,

How do I trust you when my wells run dry?

When all seems lost,

when your call seems to fade

into the weary abyss, where the mist settles against the hoizon?

Will I come up empty if I seek you there?

Will you be found

in the barren womb that once held promise

and the new moon that blends into the darkness?

Tell me Lord,

are you aware of the desolation

that arises in the silence of disappointment?

Am I able to believe,

grasping onto the nothingness I see?

Lord, can I believe when you are not evident?

Can I believe when the desert of my soul thirsts,

only to choke down dust?

Lord are you here?

Do you hear me and not scoff at my unbelief?

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,

for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.


I believe.

Help my unbelief.

-A World Changer


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