I’ve wondered too,

When I look to the sky.

Is He there?

Can He hear me?

Does He care?

Can He heal me?


I’ve shed tears

At the answer.

Not in doubt,

But in joy.

As relief floods

My Spirit,

And gives me employ.


To stand

Once more,

Again and


His hand

Once more,

To me

He extends.


So why do I wonder,

When things become dark,

If there really is power

In hands that are marked?

Must faith dim to an ember,

To rise to a flame

When my frail mind remembers

To call out His name?


He is there,

I know,

And He listens.

Because One

Once brought low

Is Risen.

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