Only Believe

I have beat on the waters of sorrow and care,

I have pounded the walls of my grief and despair,

I have wept tears of anguish, but none could relieve,

Then I listened to Jesus say, “Only believe.”

“He who spared not His Son but for you freely gave,

He who died on the cross and arose from the grave,

Does He care less today as He sees His child grieve?

All He asks is in faith that you simply believe.”

As His arms went around me, my strength so unsure

Was replaced by his own that will ever endure,

And I knew that a pattern of gold He would weave

If I’d let go, and let Him, and only believe.

By Barbara C. Ryberg