Do you not see?

You ask me how is your

God so amazing?

Show me proof, they say.

I would not understand why they ask

such a question…

Do you not see the sunrise in the morning?

The skies are painted with

light and the clouds float in their

Splendor.

Who created the eye? With millions of rods

And a canvas is the pupil of the eye…

Painted with dreams and passions.

Who imagined you into existence?

Creating the passions of which you hold,

That makes your eyes twinkle with thought.

Who dreamed you up, making you a masterpiece in itself?

Who can destroy or create a universe, with all

It’s intricate design and splendor with a sentence?

Who rules with a perfect balance of mercy and justice?

Who created the things that keeps us going:

love, life and a mind to choose?

Who created the rays that split the darkness

causing all things to be hidden no more,

that thing called light?

Ah, the beauty of a smile,

no one can capture it.

It comes and goes so quickly…

Who’s brilliance and splendor does the angels say,

“HOLY, HOLY, HOLY…”

Never stopping for He is that good.

Righteousness beyond measure

does our Creator hold…

For He is not indifferent to our lives!

Every morning does He grant one more day,

Waiting, waiting for you to finally surrender to Him.

So I say,

I do not understand your sayings of,

“Prove me your God.”

Or

“Tell me, What makes Him so amazing?”

I cannot understand that you ask such a thing,

for someone who sees the nature that His hands wrought.

For someone who has the law written on his heart.

No. I cannot understand why you ask such a thing.