In a world of never-ending troubles,  
where problems loom like mighty mountains,  
I often stand with a heavy heart,  
as my faith is tested and uncertain.

What mountains have I failed to move  
by clutching at anger instead of faith?  
What possibilities have remained  
unmoved by my sinful, overwhelming wrath?

In life's chaotic busyness  
of bills unpaid and dreams deferred,  
I search the sky for answers
and wonder if my prayers were heard?

This faith as small as a seed  
sits hopeful in tired hands.  
A testament not to mountains unmoved,  
but to my courage to try,
to rise and stand.

©️Lizzie Bevis