Scaling the Acclivity

-composed by Steph-

Faith


Faith. Faith is what I need.
Faith, for this I plead.
To know You intimately.


I crave proximity. Am I blind?
To think You have left me behind?
And, in my despair, my feet you bind?


I am unworthy, but not worthless.
I am convincing myself I know this.
But somehow my arrows seem to miss.


My score is poor compared to the chosen.
Who are these You’ve emboldened?
From benison are not witholden?


How can I become a chosen one
If not solely through Your son?
Whose blood covers me as I run.


Away from You my path is dark.
And I can’t see the fatal mark
Left upon His hands so stark.


Faith is what I need, indeed!
And on this truth I lay my plea
That you would give it liberally.


I have no strength but what you give me.
And I can’t scale this steep acclivity,
And I fear I’m falling all too freely.


Hold Your hand out to rescue.
Your feet scarred and hands eskewed
So I, like Thomas, may but test You.


Why do I doubt Your love astounding?
My body’s tired. My head is pounding.
It can’t contain. You are all surrounding.


I am unworthy and I’m humbled.
Not for the last time have I stumbled.
But You heard every desperate word I mumbled.


I cry out for You to hear.
Please, in Your love for me, draw near!
And help me to relinquish my spear.


I was there when they wrought
Your blessed lamb upon that cross.
And it was I who nailed Your hands
And ripped apart our wedding bands.


Forgive me my Love, my God, my Master.
In Your great love render me chaster.
Save me from this smothering disaster.


I am Yours. I can’t be wrenched
From the hand which has me entrenched.
Bellied with refining fire that can’t be quenched.


Give me faith to proclaim
Your holy deeds and blessed name
Whose Word I will not defame.


I love and will always.
I pick up my cross amidst my follies.


For faith is what you give me to proceed
And I believe You provide for every need.


I desire and partake of only Your ambrosia,
And place my life in the holey hands of the Messiah.