Harold Macdonald's Muse























Help Thou My Unbelief



Harold Macdonald

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.