If I Can't See I Won't Believe Poem by Isadora Quagmire

So many people are wandering and lost.
They feel the weight of guilt and regret and can never pay the cost.

They wish they could make it right,
They wish they could soothe the pain, but they don't even look for the light.

They say that they can't see the light,
All they say they can see is the empty void of night.

They ignore the Savior's calls on their hearts and minds,
They don't know that they've made themselves blind.

Yet hope, like seed in winter's earth, awaits the sun's embrace—
For mercy flows not from our striving, but from grace.

The cross, where crimson love was poured without condition,
Stands as the bridge from guilt to glad contrition.

If only hearts—worn thin by sorrow, bent by shame—
Would listen for the gentle shepherd, who is calling each by name,

And open wide the battered doors where shadows dwell,
They'd find the Savior waiting there, with arms that quell

The restless ache, the weight of every wrong,
The chains of sin, dissolved by grace alone and not by song

Of merit, pride, or fleeting human will—
But by the blood, that paid each debt in full.

They say, 'I will not believe, unless I see his face—
Unless the proof is plain and tangible and traced

Like dew upon the morning grass, or stars arrayed at night.'
Yet faith is not by sight, nor hope by human light.

For blessed are those who trust the Lord unseen,
Who rest in promise, sure, profound, serene—

The Spirit quickens hearts; the Word reveals the way;
Regeneration births the faith that grace conveys.

It is not ours to conjure faith or earn the gift divine,
But Christ himself, the Lamb, for us did freely shine.

Oh, let them yield—the lost, the proud, the ones who roam—
And find in Jesus' finished work their true and endless home.

No longer must they bear the weight of transgressions past;
For in the cross, forgiveness reigns—secure, complete, and vast.

So come, you doubting soul, you weary heart, undone—
For by grace through faith alone, your victory is won.

Behold the Savior—though unseen, yet ever true—
Receive his love, his ransom paid, his life anew.

And know, though sight may falter, faith will ever stand,
For all who trust in Christ are held in sovereign hand.