God's love is intangible,
Although it's there;
And often it's unseen,
Just like the air,
We breathe.

We cannot see the air,
Though sometimes we can feel it,
Biting in the cold of winter,
Stifling in the summer's heat,
Or choking near a forest fire.

We cannot see the air,
But still it's there,
Whether we feel it and know,
Or live sublimely ignorant
Of its life sustaining power.

We cannot see God's love
The times we turn away to hide,
We cannot feel His Presence,
But His love remains,
And He is close beside.

His love remains; whatever state our mind,
And patiently, He waits that we might find,
That place within our hearts, wherein He dwells,
That we might say within our soul, "All's well".

The feelings come, they wither and they die,
Evoking from our soul the fearful cry,
"I cannot find my God, I'm lost, alone",
Yet God still sits supremely on His throne.

He has not moved a muscle from His place,
Nor yet removed an ounce of His great grace,
His Spirit hovers ready to restore,
If we can only open Him our door.

And often, in His mercy, He supplies the key
That we have lost, that sets us free.
But we must choose to take the hand held out,
To grasp His love and stand against the doubt.

We cannot plan the way which He will choose,
Nor designate the time that he will choose,
But we can choose to hold fast to His word,
And of His faithfulness to be assured.

To feel His love, is joy beyond compare,
But feelings fade and we must be aware,
That though the feelings die beyond recall,
The knowledge of His love, is over all.

His love is stronger, than my strongest fear,
For all the walls I raise, -- He stays quite near,
I doubt His love, and crawl into a hole,
Yet spirit-man's still master over soul.

My spirit will not let me let Him go,
It shouts, "You may not feel, but still you know.",
To me a month of emptiness, is like eternity,
My Father says, "Eternity is what you'll spend with Me."

© 14/8/00