There is a seeing some deny
But no less real for those of faith
Than the ground beneath one’s feet
A breath of air, one’s own heartbeat
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For I have met Him in the stars
A lovely phrase, a sprig of moss
I have found Him in a brook
A thundering cloud, a caring look
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On the darkest of dark days
Even then I’ve sensed Him near
A touch unseen but no less true
And From His presence, comfort drew
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On the loneliest of nights
He has lavished me with care
Held my poor heart in His hands
And made me His without demands
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In peaceful churches I have knelt
While slanting sun through stained-glass streamed
Upon an altar decked with flowers
Where by His Word a priest empowered
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That sacred hour once more renewed
“Take and eat; from this cup drink”
No longer simple bread and wine
But a blessed Food Divine
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His goodness seeks us as we are
And finding sin, eradicates
Fallen nature’s selfish trace
Leaving virtue in its place
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From youngest years I’ve heard His voice
Beckoning with Father-love
His mercy’s work a soul-deep truth
What other need have I of proof?