What is faith?

Lord, I want to come to You But my mind is racing Chasing After so many things

I want to stop To think To pray But so many things get in the way

How can I focus, Lord? How can I concentrate? Quite simply – Where do I start?

You have given us Your word An open book But there’s so many words Where do I start?

I try to stop To be still To focus On You

But what then? It feels like nothing No word No hope

I know You hear I know You care But it really feels Like You’re not there

Faith is abstract Remote and bizarre It’s not something You see or touch

Can you learn it? Can you grow it? Or is it more That you just know it?

Might it help To talk it through? That only works if I hear from You

So I’ve looped right round Back to the start I have to come, Lord With all my heart

March 2024 © Mary Deaves