Little Reminders
In trust and belief we live, while a doubtful heart only welcomes death...death of hope, death of deliverance. We are surrounded by miracles and yet refuse to see...
He filled the world with miracles,
To make it easy, to shun resent,
And hear each one of His oracles.
The tiny flowers that spot the peak,
The million stars in the dark night,
The meaningful words as we speak,
Of His all pervasive power and might.
Some own and some shun,
Some sit atop safe fence,
Some seek proof and run,
To hide behind self defense.
But, look my friend all around,
Care to catch His passion aflame,
Behold vision and hark sound,
Little reminders for us to claim...
Our legacy as His dear flock,
Of wealth and a hopeful heart,
Of inheritance solid as a rock,
Until you choose to stay apart.
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