Do You Doubt?
by Michelle Stace
 

See the mighty pines swaying in the breeze;
Hear the sound that's made blowing through the trees;
Feel the cooling fingers in the middle of the heat.
Do you doubt the wind is there?

See giant ocean waves run along the shore;
Hear the crying Seagulls as over waves they soar;
Feel the splashing water, always coming back for more.
Do you doubt the wind is there?

See the furious churning as the twister cloud goes round;
Hear the shrieking voices of its awesome, erie sound;
Feel the tearing wildness whipping all around.
Do you doubt the wind is there?

See huge volum'nous clouds hurry in the sky;
Hear thunder as it crashes; lightening streaking by;
Feel raindrops falling faster, down from the clouds they fly.
Do you doubt the wind is there?

See the beauty of creation; mountains, plains and sea;
Hear myriads of birds making melody;
Feel soft grass underneath; a perfect harmony.
Do you doubt the Lord is there?

See the infant child; in God's likeness he is made;
Hear the child's prayer; precious memory will not fade;
Feel his warm embrace, his trust in you is laid.
Do you doubt the Lord is there?

See the weak and weary saint, despised of many men;
Hear his words of godly love; vict'ry he will win;
Feel his earthly burden lift as God removes his sin.
Do you doubt the Lord is there?

See the cross of Christ, the burden that He bore;
Hear His agony of prayer, as He prepared for more;
Feel His ripped up flesh and the thorny crown He wore.
Do you doubt the Lord is there?

See the empty tomb, the enemy is beat;
Hear disciples' joy as they see His nail-scarred feet;
Feel the wond'rous awe as into heaven He's received;
Do you doubt the Lord is there?

Do you deny the wind exists because you do not see?
Of course not, your senses tell that it is there.
Do you deny our Lord exists because you do not see?
I pray not, His signature is everywhere.
To ignore what can't be seen, won't make it cease to be;
But for those who do, t'will be a deadly dare.

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen."   Heb. 11:1
 
 

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