by Salina Prether

Created on: March 28, 2010

Where is God I hear them say, How oh how could this be.

He walk with us every day, bit they are blinded and can not see.

The flowers bloom every year, his beauty and miracles for me.

But they don't hear his loving call, for they are blinded and can not see.

What can I do or what can I say, I will scream it from the highest tree.

Christ suffered and died here on earth to save both you and me.

Ask and ye shall receive , seek and ye shall find his love unconditionally.

But so many will wonder through this life, Blinded because they can not see.

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