I cannot see the resurrection power that rests upon me because I am His
That power that leads me to victory...
I cannot see the Holy Spirit
Ministering to me, helping me,
Revealing the way, the answer, the truth...
Urging me on, arranging the circumstances
So I can accomplish the good works that the Father planned for me
Before the foundations of the world...
I cannot see the robe of righteousness
That the Father places upon me
As I believe that He took my sins upon Himself
And transferred to me His righteousness
I cannot see the shining light of purity
That rests upon me
That gives me the privilege of entering into
Into the presence of God Almighty
That righteousness that presents me spotless
That no arrow can pierce, or tongue denounce...
I cannot see the blood
Washing, cleansing, transforming
Making me whole, full, and pure
I cannot see
But I walk by faith, not by sight...
I cannot see how well known I am to the Father
How acquainted He is with with everything about me
How He knows every inch of my body
My deepest secrets, every sigh, longing, desire, tear...
I cannot see His smile
That is constantly upon me
I cannot see how He rejoices over me, dances over me
Delights in who I am
Believes in me, fights for me, defends me
I can not see the light that radiates from my being
Because He is in me and His glory is surrounding me
I cannot see His favor that is upon me
And the power and authority that is mine because I belong to Him...
I cannot see the storehouses of His provision that is a available
The magnitude of the good plans and purposes that He has for me
The angels that He has by my side,
Or the host of angelic help that will be released at a moment if needed...
I cannot see His grace stored up
Nor the amount of grace that He is pouring out upon me each moment of my day
Enabling and sustaining me
I cannot see the uprooting and preparation
That My Father plans and performs
As He prepares me for the next upgrade, the next glory
That He wants me to experience
I cannot see the Fathers plans
His plans of returning what the enemy has stolen
I cannot see
But I trust Him
I know my God, my Father
And He is good, He faithful...
I walk by faith
And trust the One who thought me into being before the world was formed,
I trust the One who loves me completely
Yes, I cannot see...
But I trust You Father, I thank You
My delight is in You!
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