Faith, a fleeting thing,
Is a mist that appears for no reason
Vanishing at the slightest happenstance
Unwieldy, uncontrollable
A ray of sunshine peeking through clouds
A gift granted momentarily from on high
Then removed
God gives and God takes away
Making me a doubter for Him
Disbelief, my closest friend
Save only for the Giver of disbelief
Shifting sand
Weakness and fragility
Compels me to echo this truth:
Salvation belongs to God
God, you will me to be
and to be a doubter for you,
A frail, small, rotten believer
Thy will be done
