My soul is a heavy burden
It is far from perfection
People stare and condemn it
But I see in the distance
Almost hidden by the crowd
But the only one who could give me hope
It is said
He can heal the most hideous of souls
I work my way through the crowd
Ignoring the stares
And find myself before Him
He looks at me
I put forth my soul
I ask for healing
He asked me if I believe Him
And I professed I did
But a doubtful thought entered my mind
How could this be possible
My soul has been suffering for so long
Can anyone help it
He looked at me, and I knew
That He saw my doubt
I reviewed the state of my soul
How much desire did I have to heal it?
I looked to Him and said,
In complete submission
“Lord, help my unbelief.”
He reached out to me
And my soul was healed
What gratitude I felt at that moment
An indescribable joy
Knowing that even to me, an imperfect believer
He had compassion.
Commentary:
As part of my reflections in the past several weeks, as I have mentioned before, I have become increasing aware of how many of these stories involved people who were struggling not only in physical problems, but also spiritual. Many of them were weak in their faith, and some were outright sinners, but the amazing thing I have specifically noticed with all of them was how He did not turn them away. Despite their failures, they were still healed, and the miracle was performed. It has caused me to feel a great sense of gratitude that despite the pitfalls I may fall in, He is still there willing to help me through it all, no matter how bleak the situation may be.