The seen and the unseen
Age old struggle of faith
The corporeal clouds our vision
While prophets make the unseen seen.
You say
Seek My face
Your face, oh Lord
I will seek
In the place where Your
Glory dwells.
RWOz2
The seen and the unseen
Age old struggle of faith
The corporeal clouds our vision
While prophets make the unseen seen.
You say
Seek My face
Your face, oh Lord
I will seek
In the place where Your
Glory dwells.
RWOz2
“Rich are the days,
They fall in line
Naught can hurt me or mine.”
You’ve heard them
One trusts in riches
The other in the Lord
Two voices,
These same words
Fill their mouths
From the heart’s overflow
One rings hollow
As false as hell
The other tolls
Sweet and bright
As true as a bell.
RWOz2