I've doubted so many times,
My heart so cold
And my brain so full.
I've never let my faith rule
But been caught up
In explanations.

Why do I have to know
How you work?
Why must I tell
What it means?
My faith is weak,
And I am not strong.

I've been doubting
When I needed hope.
And when I was broken,
My doubts crept in
Through the gap
That Death left behind.

Yet why must I doubt
When my faith could help
Me to carry on?

The End

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