Then he questioned his father,
“How long has this been happening to him?”
He replied, “Since childhood.
It has often thrown him into fire and into water to kill him.
But if you can do anything, have compassion on us and help us.”
Jesus said to him,
“‘If you can!’ Everything is possible to one who has faith.”
Then the boy’s father cried out, “I do believe, help my unbelief!”Mark 9:14-29
To the tune FINLANDIA:
And do you see my weary tears in torrent? My light is drowned beneath the seas I weep. I cannot raise my eyes to see your morning; they are held down by all the weight of grief. But still I cry, my heart and soul imploring: Lord, I believe! Oh, help my unbelief! For you alone can heal the wounds I bury, the sins I hide, the pain that no one sees; and you alone can lift the cross I carry and lift me, too, from here upon my knees— but give me strength to hold you through my terror: Lord, I believe! Oh, help my unbelief! When days of drought have left me dry and thirsty, the manna's gone and there is naught to eat, send down the rain to cool my desert's burning; send signs of hope to grant me some relief. But more than all, my Savior, send me mercy! Lord, I believe! Oh, help my unbelief!