worthy

What do you want
From Me you call God?
My son said to you
Believing in awe
Would make a miracle
A common thing seem
When you compare
A miracle to Me.
Would a mountain
Thrown into the sea
Seem too hard for
A God to bring?
O, that you would believe
And ask of Me,
Not the trifling things
You ascribe to Me.
If I can be trusted
To take out your trash,
Can’t you give Me
A more God-worthy thing?
Think.
Believe.
Your lack of belief
Is contagious.
It dishonors Me.
Don’t you see?
Would that one of you
Would believe, and in
Awed belief, ask of Me.
You’d see.