Is He there just behind that dark cloud that I see?
Does He stand on the bank of yon river so deep?
Does He see where I'm walking wherever I be?
Is He ever alert, does He watch while I sleep?
All my cries for assistance and groans of distress
Do they reach his ears, does He care more or less?
Can I reach out and touch him, is He within my grasp?
Does He have all the answers to questions I ask?
Although I can't see, is He close by my side?
Does He listen when all of my fears I confide?
Are my problems too big or my efforts too small
For him to consider each time that I call?
Is He ever too busy or his schedule filled up
That He hasn't the time to with joy fill my cup?
Is He much too big or is He so very small?
Is that why sometimes I can't see him at all?
No matter the questions, the doubts, the misgivings
With all of the stresses that come with just living
Tho path be uncertain and dim be my vision
Whenever I reach out in faith I can see Him.
by Yvonne Golden
