Little
Things
How
shall I seize this day,
When
I’m tied to tedium?
Seems
like there’s no highs or lows.
Life’s
set on medium.
So
I’m like a metronome
Plodding
out my time,
Setting
about the dailies
Far
from the sublime.
But
wait, God is near
Sublime
to the max.
Don’t
need a telephone,
Computer
or fax.
Just
a whispered prayer
Directed
up above.
And
he responds personally
In
His eternal love.
His
Spirit assures me
And
my heart sings,
Till
I see adventure
In
even the little things.
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