Help Thou My Unbelief
I have not praised You lately as I ought
But said the words and left the deed undone,
and kindly thoughts of others not begun,
and works of love or acts of mercy. Not.
‘Tis empty handed, I approach your throne;
belated my remembrance of your Being,
again transformed by what I was not seeing;
I am two persons in one flesh and bone;
the one consumed by joy and trust in You
who waits in peace the coming of his death;
the other fearing every taken breath!
Remove my unbelief and leave the good and true.
Your promises, unworthy though I be,
they alone will lift and comfort me.