Jesus alone

In times of old, as stories told,
Pharisees stood, their hearts so cold,
“Show us a sign,” their proud demand,
Yet missed the miracles at hand.

Today, alike, we hear the cries,
For signs in our material skies.
Yet truest sign, so clear, so bright,
Is life lived in the Saviour’s light.

No grand display or skyward blaze,
But gentle deeds, in quiet ways.
A heart transformed, a soul set free,
This is the sign for you and me.

A miracle, not in the storm,
But in the heart, reborn, transformed.
The greatest sign, from heaven given,
Is a pure life, a glimpse of heaven.