We do not see the wind,
We only hear it sigh;
It makes the grasses bend
whenever it goes by.
We do not see God's love,
But in our hearts we know
He watches over us
Wherever we may go.
We do not have to see
To know the wind is here;
We do not have to see
To know God's love is near.
(Elizabeth Cushing Taylor)
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