I thought that I would know, the minute I was saved;
I thought that bells and whistles would be heard...
but now I realize, it happened quietly,
long before I really understood.
I felt a subtle change, within my heart and mind,
and I longed to have a purpose and a plan.
I yearned to make a difference, in the world in which I live,
and I prayed for God to help me understand.
I found my faith was growing, and my eyes began to see,
the more I gave to others, the more God gave to me.
I could see the signs of miracles, in ways I never could
and my eyes were being opened, to the righteous and the good.
* Yes, some may hear the whistles, and some may hear the bells,
but most of us just feel His tender touch.
It’s a slow and steady process, of surrendering each day,
to the God of all creation, the One we love so much.
