Day 31:  He’s Real to Me
By Penny Tanksley

I’ve never heard His voice
Nor glimpsed His face so wise
Or gripped His nail-torn hand
Or gazed into His eyes.
Yet echoes of His voice
I’ve heard above the storm
And oft at worship time
I’ve glimpsed His shadowed form.
His robe I’ve never touched
Or heard Him call my name,
Yet He’s more real to me
Than any friend I claim.

Used with permission and taken from Eggstra Courage for the Chicken Hearted: More Humorous and Inspiring Stories for Confident Living.