I strive to believe in a God who creates us
until I see sunsets and hear blackbirds sing;
But the red on a robin is too lovely for doubting
-- it grows in my soul from its slight mustard seed.
I strive to believe in a God of strong loving
until I see arms bared and feeding the poor;
they sacrifice and give in selfless joy-giving
in places forgotten by justice or peace.
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