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?
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.