Our faith is feeble, we confess,
\nWe faintly trust Thy word;
\nBut wilt Thou pity us the less?
\nBe that far from Thee, Lord!<\/p>\n
Remember him who once applied
\nWith trembling for relief;
\n“Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried,
\n“Oh, help my unbelief!”<\/p>\n
She, too, who touch’d Thee in the press,
\nAnd healing virtue stole,
\nWas answer’d, “Daughter, go in peace,
\nThy faith hath made thee whole.”<\/p>\n
Conceal’d amid the gathering throng,
\nShe would have shunn’d Thy view,
\nAnd if her faith was firm and strong,
\nHad strong misgivings too.<\/p>\n
Like her, with hopes and fears, we come
\nTo touch Thee if we may;
\nOh! send us not despairing home,
\nSend none unheal’d away.<\/p>\n
William Cowper, 1779<\/em><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Thinking about and praying tonight for three men struggling for life – a friend from high school battling cancer, a friend from Indian River battling a debilitating neurological disease that has spread to his brain, and the new pastor of a local church who has undergone surgery to try to repair the damage from a… <\/p>\n