If seeing is believing,
then I'll look at the sky,
and the birds and the trees.
If seeing is believing,
then I'll look at the ground,
at the flowers, at there seeds.
If seeing is believing,
then I'll look at the cross,
at the Bible, and the church.
If seeing is believing,
then what choice do I have but to believe.
Or ignore the phanominoms of God,
that I see everyday.
If seeing is believing,
then all I do is see.
And you would have to be blind,
not to believe.
When I tried to give you a vote of ten it wouldn't let me enter it? Somethings wrong with it I guess? But I loved the poem our sweet little thirteen year old girl! God Be with you! Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're a born poet, each and every one of your poems is touching and amazing. Beautiful!