It's all about belief, or lack thereof

I savor but surrender not.
I behold without embrace.
The scandal of this cornerstone.
The enormity of grace.

Good news is one thing.
Sinners welcome a lowered bar.
Good News too good for our trust to contain,
Now you've gone too far.

Now to find the life I thought was mine,
Striving won't obtain.
Now walking by the best of sight
Is, all in all, in vain.

Even small unbelief becomes the leaven of each day,
Equipping every fleshly fiber to resist another Way.

There must be something I can try.
"Oh that Ishmael might live", I cry.
The answer, "No", preserves far more,
Even the substance of things hoped for.

The promise, as foretold, surpasses Adam's flaw.
True bread sustains a new creation, forever dead to law.

It's one thing to declare, desire, denounce and do.
(The accuser would have me believe a lie.)
It's quite another just to come,
Naked, of my own free will, at His cross to die.

In Him alone, resurrection bound,
(purchased more than found)
Living water is offered, with this relief...
no less to him with last request,
"help my unbelief."