Wayne Leon Learmond

(12th March 1963 / Liverpool)

Invisible Love


God's whisper is the breeze
whispering into our ears:
'I am here.'

His voice can be heard
in the wind that roars:

'I EXIST
FOREVER! '

The delicacy of His hand
you cannot fathom
with a flower.

Or a snowflake
that gently falls.

Each one seperate
from the other.

His sight
Gives us light
from the Moon, Stars and Sun.

His
MAJESTY
and
MIGHT
Cannot be overcome.

By disbelief.

And those that refuse to see

That God is so much more
powerful then we.

The mind of Man
is puny to compare.

With the One who made the
Heavens
The Earth, Sea and Air.

Who are we to question
What we cannot understand?

Science can only go so far
The rest is in
God's hands...

Submitted: Monday, August 14, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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  • ***** ********* (8/14/2006 7:07:00 AM)

    True true true Wayne, Love is invisible and only God could have managed that trick! Smiling at you, Tai (Report) Reply

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