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.

 I hear Him when a meadowlark

 Trills out its joyful song.

 I hear Him when the thunder

 Comes forth so loud and strong.

 I see the beauty of Him

 In the butterflies on wing.

 The feathers of the peacock

 Are the colors He can bring.

 I feel Him when a playful breeze

 Blows gently through my hair.

 When the sun shines warmly on my face,

 I know that He is there.

 His strength shows in the mountains

 And the ever pounding seas.

 A kitten's purred affection

 Shows how gentle love can be.

 It's true I have no pictures

 To hang upon my wall.

 I do not need a portrait,

 His presence to recall.

 For those who wish to listen,

 It is played throughout the land.

 The symphony of life itself,

 Directed by His hand.