He resides in the breeze
That refreshes the air and cleanses it with ease.
The old oak tree lifts its branches to the sky;
its leaves dance with joy when He passes by.
He flows down with the rain and erases the dust,
brightens the grass and trees; causes the flowers to blush.
Yes. Jesus lives I have no doubt.
I can feel Him in my heart when my soul cries out.
Don't let Sunday be the only day for you,
He is everywhere and everyday He lives. It's true.
The
building isn't the Church,
you are; so no matter when or where,
bow your head and think of Him and say a silent prayer.
Sometimes we must work on Sunday, sometimes we must needs just rest.
But, good deeds done on the Sabbath will surely keep it blest.
For Jesus lives within our hearts and knows of our every care,
He's with us where ere we go and all our sorrows share.
He may not walk among us now in the vessel He once filled,
But has joined our Heavenly Father from the vault that man had sealed.
He has gone to prepare a place for each and every one
That believes on Him and that He is of God the only true Son.
If you have trouble believing, there's one very simple feat,
take a walk in the meadow; enjoy the wild flowers so sweet.
Put your hand on the soft head of the newborn child
and feel the life that God has given so pure and so mild.
Lie in the grass looking up at the clouds, shaping rabbits, elephants, and bows,
Walk barefoot in the sparkling stream, while little fishes nip at your toes.
Marvel at the large full moon and billions of stars in the night.
All the wonders on a beautiful earth give promise that
Jesus is alive.
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Sandra E. Graham, author,
AMOS JAKEY and
NICOLINA published by American Book Publishing. I also write book reviews for authors through Book Pleasures. Visit my website for more information on my books that are in print now and reviews I have written.
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