Lord Help Me To Believe
By: Merle Schouten
As I gaze down at the cattle stall
I wonder God, is this all?
You promised us a mighty king,
And all I see is this tiny thing.
Lord help me to believe
I look down at the child so small,
He really is no king at all.
He is just a carpenter’s son,
How can he be the promised One?
Lord help me to believe
I gaze up at Calvary’s Hill,
Where Christ’s body hangs so still.
Where is the king you promised us,
The one who the people made such a fuss.
Lord help me to believe
Then I gaze at the empty grave,
Then I knew I was the one he had to save.
He came to earth in that manager stall,
And then to die to save us all.
Lord help me to believe