The Agnostic’s Recovery

Oh doubting heart and straying mind,
I pray you quit your course.

You both are feeble and quite blind,
You’ll only reap remorse.

For God is there you know it’s true,
He reigns from up above.

He does with live all men endue,
And nurtures them with love.

“Show yourself” you oft’ demand,
Of the Lord of all.

You must but look to see his hand,
On this terrestrial ball.

His name is on the scroll of blue,
That stretches up above.

His face in every pretty hue,
His voice is in the dove.

Whence came all this without our God?
I implore you, answer me.

Pay homage to the one whose blood,
Did wet that rugged tree.

For he did make you from the dust,
And gave you breath to breathe.

He then did save you from sin’s lust,
When your sins His heart did grieve.

So prostrate now your sinful self,
And praise the ageless King.

In Him alone you’ll find your wealth,
In Him your everything.