Down from mountain light to clamor Scribes and questions

ring the ground A father breaks across the argument

My son is bound and cannot sound The spirit

throws him tears and wastes him foaming, grinding, falling low I

asked thy disciples, they could not make the torment, let him

go Bring him unto me

The boy came near, the dust went flying, body writhing at

his feet At sight of Jesus, hidden violence made one final

fierce repeat How long Since childhood

fire and water have tried to make his ruin complete If

thou canst have compassion, help us now in our defeat Jesus

turned the doubt before Him, if Thou canst believe The Father

cried with tears before Him, faith and fear in one raw

plea Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief

Hold the faith that trembles When the grief outruns relief Lord,

I believe Mercy is my only plea Where my trust is

torn in two Hold the part that reaches thee

Thou deaf and dumb spirit come out

and enter him no more One last cry, one final tearing,

then the boy lay on the floor Many whispered, he is

dead now, every sound and motion ceased Jesus took him by

the hand, and the child rose to his feet

Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief Faith had wept beside

the dust Mercy raised the answer free Lord, I believe, help

thou mine unbelief The hand that met him where he fell

Brought him standing back to me

Later, in the quiet room, the disciples asked why they had

failed.

This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer

and fasting.

Jesus said, Lord, I believe

Lord,

I believe