HOW CAN YOU DOUBT?

Can you hear the song of the Meadow Lark,
Or the call of the Whip-Poor-Will,
And still believe there is no God,
And that He's living still?

Do you watch the world that goes to sleep,
When summer turns to fall,
Then see the same world come alive,
When springtime covers all?

How can you watch a baby play,
So innocent and small,
Or watch a bird feed little ones,
And not believe at al1?

How can you feel the winds caress,
Or hear the ocean roar,
How can you smell a fragrant rose,
Or see an eagle soar.

And still deny there is a God,
With all the power to-day,
To keep the universe in place,
And turn the night to day?

How can you watch the lightning flash,
Or see a snowflake fall,
How can you see the mountain peaks,
And doubt He made it all?

How can you look at a towering oak,
Or a tall and stately pine,
And try to make yourself believe,
Their Creator not Divine?

If you can make yourself believe,
There was no Master Plan,
If you can't see the hand of God,
What do you understand?

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland