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By
Anita Allenby
GOD is a fable or GOD is dead,
I've often heard people say,
A GOD that no one ever sees,
Is a myth from a bygone day.
Show Him to me if you can,
Toss in a miracle or two,
I know you can't, so why should I?
Believe this trip you do.
Some cannot believe what they cannot see,
Too worldly and wise are they,
To feel more than scorn for the those who believe,
Like poor blind children at play.
So how can they continue day after day
Breathing unseen air so free?
And acknowledge the warmth of the sun
When its rays they cannot see?
Who has ever seen a thought?
Or an idea conceived in the mind?
Does Love appear in solid form?
And sadness cast a shadow behind?
Let me see time as it passes by
Show me loneliness and pain
To say that they do not exist
Would be denying truth again
There are countless things we cannot see
Yet we never doubt they are there
So how can we doubt the existence of GOD?
And the comfort we find in prayer?
GOD reveals Himself in untold ways
He hears each thought and prayer.
He's Love, He's Joy, He's truth, He's strength,
How blind to doubt He's there.
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