Once I questioned if God was real;
I wanted proof I could see and feel.
My heart was hard; I closed my mind.
I did not seek and I did not find.
Then came an hour of deep despair;
I yearned for hope . . .
and I found God there.
He could have turned and left me be;
but his grace and love he gave to me.
My eyes, once blind, could clearly see;
my heart was healed and my soul set free.
I can't touch God, yet I can feel
his peace, his love . . .
and I know he's real
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