Through Eyes of Faith

I have not touch'd the Savior's hand,

nor look'd upon His face;

But, I have felt his glorious power,

His great and loving Grace.

Those nail scars I have ne'er seen,

nor view'd His wounded side;

But, found in Him a hiding place,

this world cannot provide.

I have not seen the royal blood,

He shed upon Calvary;

But, I am cleans'd from sins dark stain,

He purchas'd this for me.

Those cruel stripes, I have not glimps'd,

laid upon His earthly frame;

But, peace and healing flood my soul,

As I whisper Jesus' name.

I wasn't there when He arose,

triumphant o'er the grave;

But, blessed Hope stirs within my breast,

and Faith, like banners wave.

I know not when He will return,

if morning, night or noon;

But, this prayer stays upon my lips,

Oh ~ Come, Lord Jesus, soon !

So then faith cometh by hearing

and hearing by the Word of God.

Romans 10:17

Mary  Carter  Mizrany

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