my sight of God to see
Tis not a natural kind of cloud,
but busyness wrought by me
For schedules and meetings,
for friends and new company
Days are rather hectic
and the nights so fleeting be
God’s not moved or left me,
His promise always true
He is ever waiting,
my way not His I do
Times I’ve not acknowledged,
of His light my path to guide
Yet still He waits and I wonder
why still He stands my pride
Has anyone seen God lately,
visibly is what I mean?
Has He shown Himself, have you glimpsed Him,
maybe silent, maybe serene?
“Yes I have,” a voice within me,
shouts out loud as to be heard
“I saw Him just this morning
as I read inside his Word.”
Then the truth came flashing,
bold and loud and clear
I saw God this morning,
His handiwork there in the mirror
I saw Him again in my family
as we all swiftly our own ways did depart
Each one a special blessing from Him,
each one expressive of His heart
Wait, there He is again,
found masterful in shrubs and trees,
His artist touch has written,
and each leaf proclaims, decrees
That He is the God of all creation,
of all the things that be
Both now and forever,
right on through eternity.
Next time I struggle and strain,
His face and hand to see
I’ll rest and find great comfort,
knowing I have seen God lately!
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