Commands don’t fall on my ears lightly.

While I am a compliant creature

There is a rebellion that hides within

Whispering, gnawing, sabotaging.

This rebellion hears commands,

commands designed to help, not hinder,

intended that I may be a vessel, an instrument of peace,

and quietly leads me to a position of questioning.

Perhaps this small rebellion is why I doubt

Even though I yet believe.

What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if you say that you have faith but do not have works? Can faith save you? If a brother or sister is naked and lacks daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and eat your fill,” and yet you do not supply their bodily needs, what is the good of that? So faith by itself, if it has no works, is dead. James 2:14-17