When our confidence is shaken In beliefs we thought secure; When the spirit in its sickness Seeks but cannot find a cure: God is active in the tensions Of a faith not yet mature. Solar systems, void of meaning, Freeze the spirit into stone; Always our researches lead us To the ultimate Unknown: Faith must die, or come full circle To its source in God alone. In the discipline of praying, When it's hardest to believe; In the drudgery of caring, When it's not enough to grieve: Faith maturing, learns acceptance Of the insights we receive. God is love; and he redeems us In the Christ we crucify: This is God's eternal answer To the world's eternal why; May we in this faith maturing Be content to live and die.