He Lives
By Terry Roberts
1944 - 1973
Many
people say my Lord that you are dead and gone;
Others
say you never were, that we are all alone;
They
say every moment’s wasted that we kneel to pray,
But
I know it isn’t true Lord, I see you every day;
I see
you when a grown man stoops to aid a helpless child,
I see
you when I see a lovely flower growing wild,
I see
you when the green grass grows over fertile ground,
I see
you when a tear is shed, and lost souls are found,
I see
you when I see an eagle flying through the sky,
I see
you when I see the mountains stretching up so high,
I see
you when I hear a sweet bird’s chirping melody,
I see
you every day when your kindness touches me,
Armed
with these truths, I listen not to evil things men say,
And
fall upon these wretched knees to speak with you each day.