Gerhard Ter Steegen
|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.