Help Thou My Unbelief

My head feels clouded, fuzzy, Lord,
thoughts jumbled and confused;
The pain is devastating, too,
SO chilled, I feel abused.

Your WORD infuses every cell,
but somehow just won't stay;
Oh LORD, I wish SO to believe
your HELP is on the way!

HELP THOU MY UNBELIEF, O Lord,
I KNOW that FAITH is mine;
it's part of all you are and do,
it speaks of The Divine!

Don't let discouragement overtake,
let your BLOOD restore~revive;
For YOU are my Great Physician, Lord,
I AM grateful to be ALIVE!!!

I lift each hurting one, sweet Lord,
whose valleys seem too deep;
whose struggles so o'erwhelming,
such pain they can but weep.

O Blessed Lord, Redeemer, Friend,
upon Father's altar now we lay;
each trial, each hurt, each malady
Beseech you touch us, Lord, this day!

All praise, all glory, honour,
Lord, gladly we give to you;
And thank, extol and magnify,
precious Jesus, for ALL you do!

E'en should the answer to my
prayers be not soon coming with relief;
My FAITH shan't wane, O precious Lord,
HELP THOU MY UNBELIEF!