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?