Believe
 I have never seen Your eyes or a smile across Your face
I have never held Your hand or felt Your warm embrace
And I live among the scoffers and the questioning
How can you trust a God that you have never seen?
I still believe

I was born two thousand years after You left this earth
Holding the intangible and clutching to Your Word
And I live among the scoffers and the questioning
How can you trust a God that you have never seen?
And I still believe
Blessed are they who believe and yet have not seen

I believe You’re the Son of God
Born of a virgin, died and rose again
I believe You are seated at the right hand
You’re the beginning and the end

Blessed are they who believe and they have never seen
 by Andy Chrisman

Romans 8:38-39 - For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

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