Godfrey Birtill Unbelief Is A Barren Field
Unbelief is a barren field
In a strange land
Nothing lives there
Unbelief is a deep hole
Full of heavy clay
I don't want to be there
I will rise up from my unbelief
Up to the place of faith
To fly up high on eagles’ wings
By grace.
I will Fan the flame of faith
Fan the flame of faith
Fan the flame of faith again...
Lost hope is a weary mind
It's a sickened heart
A stolen vision
Lost hope is a downcast soul
It's the bitter taste
Of disappointment
But I know a hope that’s coming
Hope that is a tree of Li fe
So I'm trusting in the living hope
Jesus Christ
