Look up, O you of little faith; 

let your 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 “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992, The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.