But, we feel it as it blows,
We hear it as it rustles,
Through the trees.
We, cannot see love,
But we feel it in our hearts,
And in the smiles,
Of our friends and families.
We, cannot see God,
But, we feel Him all around,
We learn to know Him,
Through His Holy Book.
The more we read,
The more we learn,
To honor, love, and worship,
Our God, in faith and trust,
As to Heaven, we look.
Yes, faith is believing,
In what you cannot see,
But deep inside your heart,
You know it's there,
And we feel God's loving presence,
Every time we kneel,
To talk with Him,
Earnestly, in prayer.
Jeannette E. Smith
June 05, 2002
