Though the clouds may be low and grey
And shield against the warmth of day,
Though I cannot feel sunshine’s rays,
I know the sun’s not gone away:
I know by Faith, not by feeling.
Though through the window I can see
Rolling waves of a foaming sea,
I cannot hear them crashing down;
Yet I know they have a roaring sound:
I know by Faith, not by hearing.
I cannot see the Lord of Hosts;
Of having touched Him I cannot boast;
I cannot hear His voice speaking;
‘Haps His presence I’m not feeling;
And yet I know that He is near,
That He holds me precious and dear:
I know by Faith, not by sensing.
~ Written 1/23/11, Slightly edited