I prayed for a man to be healed of AIDS.
He stayed on his mat, in pain.
I returned the next day and tried it again.
He lay on his death bed still.
I promised the family I’d continue to pray.
Though I soon forgot and moved on.
But faith as small as a minuscule seed
Embodies potential within.
Yesterday I heard the great news:
“Our brother is recovering well!
He’s growing stronger with each new day;
Thank you for praying for him!”
I shouldn’t doubt when immediacy fails
But it’s always so easy to do.
The seed of God’s Word when mingled with faith
Will never return without fruit.
The problem with language and culture and all
Tends to hinder disclosure.
But what if I stood believing my God
Who sees beginning from end?
Though experience fail me or knowledge or proof
I’ll be seeking nonviable things.
Why should it seem an impossible task
God even could raise up the dead?