a ballad of doubt and faith

An inn marked Faith,
blazing vacancy sign
peace, hope and rest
that I long to be mine
but my misunderstanding
of unfathomable things
can't muster belief
with the trial life brings

The vacancy sign lit
as I wonder about
the control I don't have,
the belief I'm without
how can I enter
if Faith leaves me broken,
tell me why should I enter
this door you have opened?

Under the vacancy
hangs a wood cross,
you assure me you fathom
human anguish and loss
You confide that your heart
has seen much more than mine,
but how can your heart
be broke that many times?

"Faith is being certain of
the things you do not see,
I don't promise things will work
the way you ask of me,
but I will carry you
through every suffering you bear,
and when you look back,
you can say "He held me there"

The vacancy sign lit,
and I know my room's prepared
and although its gathered dust
Faith is waiting for me there.
I'll enter in with confidence
with my belief restored
uncertain of the answers,
but not questioning my Lord.