Where
do you go when the road has run out?
Who
do you trust when there’s no one about?
What
do you say when your words are all used?
Why
do we struggle when we know we’re accused
Of
being unhelpful, of being so cruel?
We
find that we’re painted as being a fool
For
having a faith in a God high above
Who
sees us and knows us and grants us great love.
We
have not seen, nor touched this One God,
Nor
heard a great voice so they say that it’s odd
That
we should believe in a God who gives hope,
Who
offers forgiveness and helps us to cope
With
all of life’s trials and all of life’s cares
How
can we have faith? says the mocker who dares.
But
for those who are faithful, who believe with their heart,
The
knowledge of God is the place that we start.
It’s
not found in words, though words often guide,
It’s
not in the sermon, where truth may reside.
It’s
not in the music, though it touches the soul,
It’s
not in the prayers, when they make us feel whole.
An
awareness of God comes from deep in our heart
It
touches our being and sets us apart.
We
know when God’s with us when trials we face,
When
danger is near, we know God’s in this place.
A
feeling so real that we know that it’s true.
A
sense of God’s presence as we make it through
The
ups and the downs of each passing day,
The
twisting and turning that leads us to pray
“Dear
God, we’re not worthy of your gracious love,
And
yet you still hold us in your open glove,
With
gentle resolve and your word to the wise,
Our
prayesrs of thanksgiving rise up to the skies.
For
we sense your presence as our lives increase
In
blessings and mercy, we live in your…
Peace,
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