Living Proof
If seeing is believing
Then why do I still believe
I wasn't there for His Miracles
But His Blessings I still recieve
I wasn't there when He walked on the sea
Or turned the water into wine
He became a willing Sacrifice
That's enough to make Him mine
I don't need to see His nail-scarred Hands
Or the scarlet robe He wore
The life He led is proof enough
And I'll never need nothing more
His came to tell us we were forgiven
For He was the ultimate Truth
What more evidence do we ever need
When He was the Living Proof
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