Father, may times I pray with trembling heart,
Uncertain of my words, my faith’s true art.
Doubts whisper in my ear, like shadows cast,
Dimming the light of hope that should outlast.
I question if my prayers reach Your abode,
Or if they’re lost in echoes on the road.
Fear paints a tapestry of endless pain,
Convincing me my prayers are all in vain.
Yet still I come, with faltering steps and plea,
For in Your presence, there’s a sacred plea.
Though doubts may linger, I will not despair,
For You are faithful, Your love beyond compare.
Like a child who seeks their father’s guiding hand,
I reach for You, uncertain yet I stand.
Help me to trust, to banish every fear,
And know that Your love casts out all my despair.
Father, may my prayers, though filled with doubt,
Become a beacon, guiding me devout.
For in the midst of uncertainty’s sway,
Your presence shines, illuminating my way.