A boy was flying his kite one day
Up out of sight, away, away;
It had soared till not a speck was seen,
Yet he stood there holding the string, serene;
“How do you know you have a kite?”
Asked a passerby as he saw the sight
Of the boy standing there gazing aloft,
His hair all ruffled by breezes soft.
“You had a kite, and you have a string,
But where is the kite? You see not a thing!
Maybe it’s gone, blown far from here;
How do you know it’s still up there?”
“I know it’s there!” laughed the boy aloud,
His keen eyes fixed on a lacy cloud;
“I don’t have to see it; the wind is full
And my kite’s up there — I feel the pull!”
And so it is in the Christian’s life:
We’ve an anchor to windward against stress and
strife;
There may be winds, and clouds may race;
We need not doubt Him, we keep our place,
Serene and steady, we’re not alone;
Up there is Jesus — He’s on the throne;
We know He’s there. Our hearts are full
Of confidence — we feel His pull!
Unseen He is by human eye,
And the scoffing skeptic is prone to cry:
“What do you hope for? It’s all a dream —
A nebulous myth — no Christ you’ve seen!”
But we can serenely go on the while;
We don’t have to see Him; we sense His smile!
And we’ll see Him soon, for faith is full
Of peace and assurance; we feel His pull!
Mary Burns Warmenhoven