Then out of the conflict deep inside
Out of believing not!
I come to Jesus not to hide,
But to see what I have got–
Left of the faith I once had!
One easy to believe,
Not hard at all to see His face
Or mercy to receive!
It is coming back by faith I now see,
Joyous face smiling down!
Brimming over with peace and love
Not a trace of a frown!
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for
The evidence of things not seen,”
Felt or even anticipated
As in fatted calf or lean.
Faith is knowing that HE is with us
Deep inside! Not hiding!
Face beaming with glad happiness!
He loves, do not believe Satanic lies!
Heart overflowing with joy!
Because He had you deep within!
What more can faith employ?
Depth of His love! Did He not die?
In your place on that beam
His dangling form there just swinging
Face contorted not seen—
In any painting you have seen around or
Have heard His pierced cry?
Or pain, anguish that Angels felt
As they watched Him die?
“How can this happen to our Prince?”
Or our God above permit?
Son here dealing such terrible pain
Does He just watch and sit?
NO! Every nail, with sound jarring,
Of the thudding below
God above felt it also,
Perfect oneness did show!