When stumbling beggars stopped him in the streets,
With arms outstretched, to plead for light,
The Master only asked, "Believest thou?"
And touched their darkened eyes with sight.
"Believest thou?" Look deep within your thoughts
When claims resist the healing Word.
What answer can you give to Love's demand,
The question which the beggars heard?
Look deep! Behind the subtle mists of sense
May linger hidden shades of doubt,
And only faith—faith pure and absolute—
Can cast those darkening shadows out.
With grateful heart, accept the might of Truth,
And cry, "Dear Father, I believe! "
Sincere and patient, wait for Love's response;
For they who ask with faith, receive.
