“Faith,” Friend, Jan. 1999, 23
Faith
My eyes can see the stars
When the sky is dark and clear.
My ears can hear my cat
As she purrs beneath my ear.
My hands can touch a book,
Each page a dream, a wish.
My mouth can taste a pepper
That spices up my dish.
My nose can smell a lilac,
Its subtle scent so sweet.
My heart can know the Savior,
That one day we will meet.