The matter of faith is hard to understand
Neither do I know what it entails
Maybe I've been doing it the wrong way
Maybe my faith isn't truly faith at all
I watch my faith burn out
Like a candle whose wax melt off
Pray and believe, hope and trust
How hard is it to trust when prayers seems unanswered
But then how little is a mustard seed?
The storms seems stronger
My faith is failing
I look up to the sky and hope he can see me
How little is my faith
How weak I am in adversaries
But I hear a voice that says
Just a little faith and the mountain would move