It all seems for naught
When it keeps raining. I focus on a speck, But You keep on painting. You know all the colors That have to be mixed. It’s a slow process, Yet we want it all fixed. You whisper, “Just wait,” But our vision is small. Shift our focus to You, Who knows and sees all. When I don’t understand, Help me to see, Or to stand still And let it be. All is truly Yours, So do You truly take? Thank You for all You give And continue to make. When I ask why, I will still trust. It may hurt, But do as You must. Comments are closed.
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