Of Little Faith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My name is engraved on His hand,

So why do I still weep?

His love for me is a promise

That I know He will keep

And yet, I toss and turn at night

When I lay down to sleep.

 

I know that He is my shepherd

And I’m one of His sheep,

So why does my faith crumble when

The path ahead grows steep?

Why do I quiver in my doubt,

When faith says take the leap?

 

Lord, help me to grow strong in faith

And let my roots reach deep

Into the promise of Your Word

Until I feel it seep

Into the very heart of me,

Growing faith I can reap!

 

Matthew 17:20

He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”