Submitted by Amber Mae of the United States

I don’t know why the winter comes later than the fall
And I don’t know how the Lord destroyed Jericho’s great wall
And when children die in Africa I’m as confused as the rest
I guess not knowing everything is part of life’s grand test

Still I believe that God loves us more than we can know
And I believe we are His children – I’ve felt Him tell me so
And I know that I feel comfort, when I’m on my knees to pray
I know the sun will rise at the dawn of each new day
And I know I’ve felt a whisper, “My child, I am here,”
And that whisper builds my faith in what I cannot see or hear

I cannot see the wind, but I’ve felt it on my skin
I cannot see my Lord, but he’s touched me from within

And though I don’t know where, why, or how my life to steer
I keep working on my faith in what I cannot see or hear

See the poet’s blog here