Is it such a little thing,
or so hard,
to trust God's love?
Can I forget His goodness
inflooding to the center,
outflowing to the rim
and far beyond my known circumference?
Such a little thing—
to believe.
Can it really move this mountain?
Can it lay this ghost?
Or must I dig its grave
with pick and shovel,
forgetting the grace of God.
Is it such a little thing,
or so hard,
to be?
"In the beginning was the Word. . . ."
A tender Word gave you being,
expressed eternally
in your believing.
It is no little thing,
nor hard,
to be.
