NONE SO BLIND
Show me a miracle; the scoffer said,
then I'll believe; tho Christ be dead.
I answered him then with heart made wise through faith in God,"consider the skies star sprinkled with lavish and loving care tell me; whose are the hands that placed them there?
All the trees and flowers and winds that blow was it mere mortal hands that made them so?
Can the man of millions with all his worth imitate the mystic miracle of birth?
And what of the tides and the restless sea, were they caused by men like you and me?
When a man plants a seed, there's a sweet elation, that comes when he views it's transformation, from a dry brown pod, where no life is seen into a shoot of living vibrant green.
What think you now, poor faithless clod, dare you still say there is no GOD?
Look around you friend, then kneel in prayer for GODS great miracles are everywhere, but the greatest of all came from above, when HE gave His Son in unselfish love, to die on a cross that sinners like you might be saved, why can't you accept Him too!
By Gertrude Swauger
2/8/1964
Suzanne