I do not need to see a rose,

To smell it's sweet perfume,

I cannot see a robin fly,

But I hear his merry tune.

Or can I see the snowflakes fall,

But I feel the winters chill,

I cannot see the rainbow,

Once the storm is still.

I cannot see the morning,

I cannot see the night,

But with God beside me,

Through the darkness,

I can see the light.

by

Margaret Brown