"The doubter asked for a sign from God;
He waited diligently each single day.
The sun arose at dawn like a giant pearl;
At night the stars appeared in bright array.
He saw the farmers sow their acres wide,
And he watched the crops come in on time.
He saw a mother hold her newborn child,
Yet he saw no sign.
He saw the roses, the lilies, the violets –
Lovely flowers made by God’s own design.
He strolled in drifting feather-white snow,
Yet he saw no sign.
He walked the colorful woodland trails,
With beautiful animals following behind.
He beheld an ocean blue and tempest-tossed,
Yet he saw no sign.
He continued to walk with a doubtful air,
Waiting and watching, now impatiently;
Yet he ignored God’s signs all around him —
For he is blind of soul, and cannot see." —Barbara Cagle Ray (see pg. 23).
—Mike Riley, Gospel Snippets
He waited diligently each single day.
The sun arose at dawn like a giant pearl;
At night the stars appeared in bright array.
He saw the farmers sow their acres wide,
And he watched the crops come in on time.
He saw a mother hold her newborn child,
Yet he saw no sign.
He saw the roses, the lilies, the violets –
Lovely flowers made by God’s own design.
He strolled in drifting feather-white snow,
Yet he saw no sign.
He walked the colorful woodland trails,
With beautiful animals following behind.
He beheld an ocean blue and tempest-tossed,
Yet he saw no sign.
He continued to walk with a doubtful air,
Waiting and watching, now impatiently;
Yet he ignored God’s signs all around him —
For he is blind of soul, and cannot see." —Barbara Cagle Ray (see pg. 23).
—Mike Riley, Gospel Snippets
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