His presence

A friend of mine once asked me Just how could I believe

In someone I never saw,

Nor spoken words received. I thought, perhaps, I should explain Just why I have no doubt

That it was God’s creativeness That brought this world about. I only have to look around

To know that He is there.

I see and feel and hear Him. That’s why I’m so aware.

I see Him in the raindrops

That nourish trees and flowers.

I see Him in the rainbows

That sometimes follow showers.

I see Him in a mother’s love When looking at her child. So thankful that this miracle

Is pure and undefiled.

I see Him in the wrinkled face That’s seen so many years, Knowing it was faith in Him That overcame all fears.