Evidences
We do not see the Wind we only hear it sigh
Treetops gently bend whene’er
he passes by.
Don’t see Corona’s power we only hear the cry
And feel the sting of death whene’er, it passes by.
Don’t see our Fathers love nor hear his earnest plea:
Come turn your wayward heart that has forgotten me.
Looks down from realms on high to view a world of sin
Well knows the pain, the grief all unwise actions bring.
His children’s vain ambition, their selfishness and pride
Hearts that are cold as stone, wandered far from his side
Sends them stern reminders that to HIM alone are known.
Thus, shows his sovran Power, to call his Children home.
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