Gerhard Ter Steegen

John ix.37

"Where is a God?" doth weary Reason say --

"I see but starlit skies."

"Where is the sun?" So calleth at noonday

The man with sightless eyes.

Thou, little child, from thee God is not far;

Look inwards, not above:

Thou needest not to roam from star to star,

For God is Love.