He is everywhere

A buddy of mine once questioned how I could have faith in someone I had never met or spoken to.

It occurred to me that I might possibly explain why I am certain that God's creative ability created this planet.

I need simply look around to see that He is present.
I can feel, hear, and see Him.
I'm very aware because of this.

I recognize Him in the rainfall that feed the flowers and trees.
I can see Him in the rainbows that occasionally appear after showers.

When I look at a child, I recognize Him in a mother's love.
I'm very grateful that this miracle is unadulterated and pure.

Understanding that it was confidence in Him that dispelled all fears, I recognize Him in the aged, wrinkled face that has seen so many years.

As a meadowlark sings its jubilant song, I can hear Him.
When the thunder is really loud and powerful, I can hear Him.

I perceive His beauty in the fluttering butterflies.
The colors He can bring are in the peacock's feathers.

When a jovial breeze caresses my hair, I can feel Him.
He is present when the sun warmly smiles on my face.

Mountains and constantly rumbling waters are examples of His might.
A kitten's affectionate purr demonstrates how tender love can be.

Indeed, I don't have any artwork to hang on my walls.
I do not require a portrait to remind me of Him.

It is broadcast nationwide for anyone who want to listen.
His hand is the conductor of life's symphony.