I still See You

 

You’re always there, just out of sight,

But not out of my view.

So many things that touch my life

Are clearly straight from You.

That stillness in the storm’s dark wake.

The moon snagged in the tree,

The goldfinch sitting on the rail

Where only I can see.

The hope that lifts me from my grief,

The peace that pulls me through.

The days of chaos that lead me

To seek respite in You.

I may not see You, but I see

The proof that You are there,

Because I see the precious things

That only You could share.

Hebrews 11:1

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.