Look up, O you of little faith;
let doubting cease.
The battle is the Lord’s; He works
in a mysterious way.
’Tis not by might, nor power, but see His Spirit move today.
Unprofitable servants we;
Our duty done, we must
watch for His victory,
so, fearful one,
be still, and trust.
Taken by permission and adapted from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1977, 1992, 1997, The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.