Faith and Doubt
by Kevin Smead © 2026I sometimes fear I've not believed,
And by this doubt my soul is grieved;
What if I have a hardened heart
And hear Him say at last, "Depart"?
What if to truth I still am blind?
These thoughts seem too much for my mind,
But then my soul finds this relief:
My fear itself comes from belief.
If I believed not in the Son,
I wouldn't think myself undone
By having no part in His grace;
This tells me something of my case.
I do believe, for after all,
My doubt is but a humble call,
Confessing He's the only door
To heaven's bliss and so much more.
My faith, though weak, is true and real,
And though weak faith is not ideal,
It can unite to Christ the Son
And benefit from what He's done.
This poem was a finalist in the
February 2026 poetry contest
