"Believe"
As
many as the leaves
Are
those who believe
And just as many who don't
It's set in their minds
And they say for all time
No matter what is said, they won't
They seem to neglect
The things which reflect
The presence of the only true King
Who shines so bright
And comforts the nights
And gives the wicked his sting
He's never seen
But to those who are clean
In heart and compassionate grace
You say you can't see?
You don't believe me?
Then, show me a picture of the wind
or
the end of outer space
©1998 - Donnie Sergent
Jr