Why must man hear to hear?
Why must he see to see?
Why must he witness before he believes?
When faith is where you’ll find Me
Why must he touch to know?
Why does man shrug away faith?
A mustard seed is enough to grow
Close your ears and you will hear
Close your mind to demanding proof
Shed your doubt and then draw near
In the silence, hear My voice
In lack of striving, feel my love
You see me when faith is your choice