Whims of Writing

I can't see you,   but I know you are there.  I feel you with my hands  when I touch what you have made.  The world is full of your creations, we should all be amazed! I can't see you,   but I know you are there.  When I'm alone,  I know you are with me  I feel your presence in the air, the water, the breeze in the trees, the aroma from the flowers, and the miracle of the tiny seeds.  I can't see you,   but I know you are there.   I see the birds fly across the sky,  I see the water move in waves,  I see what your hands have made I even looked in the mirror and saw the miracle you molded in my mother's womb. I can't see you,   but I know you are there. I hear the birds chirping outside,  they are music flying in the sky.  No need to clothe or feed  for your hand I do not see  keeps them filled, clothed, and free. I can't see you,   but I know you are there.  The creatures so small,  and under a microscope detailed in a complex look  which only a Creator coul

The  Lord  is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the  Lord  forever.