UNBELIEF

Your chosen grasp the torch of faith — the key

Of very certainty is theirs to hold.

They read Your word in messages of gold.

Lord, what of us who have no light to see

And in the darkness doubt, whose hands may be

Broken upon the door, who find but cold

Ashes of words where others see enscrolled,

The glorious promise of Life's victory.

Oh, well for those to whom You gave the light

( The light we may not see by ) whose award

Is that sure key — that message luminous,

Yet we, your people stumbling in the night,

Doubting and dumb and disbelieving — Lord,

Is there no word for us — no word for us?