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 Godfrey Birtill 2004