I have not seen His face,but have I seen evidence of its radiance?
Perhaps I have seen it in the sunshine
that bathes the day and warms the rich earth
and reflects in its waters.
I have not felt the comfort of His touch,
or have I...
in the cleansing rain, the gentle breeze,
the caress of snowflakes?
I have not heard His voice, unless it sounds like
the whisper of wind in the leaves,
the chuckle and rush of mountain streams,
and the sternness of thunder.
How do I know He lives?
He has smiled upon me.
He has touched my heart.
He speaks to me.
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."
-Hebrews 11:1
From February 1, 1983
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