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 eagle's wings By grace. I will fan the flame of faith, fan the flame of faith, Fan the flame of faith again. (Repeat) 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 is coming, Hope that is a tree of life. So I'm trusting in the living hope, Jesus Christ.
