There he was, waiting for another train. He was so sick of the subways. Always late. Dirty. Noisy. Flying maniac kids dancing for dollars. Bad musicians. Endless panhandlers. And the so-called
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It's the little things that shine—
The tiny birds hopping or small buds
Peeking through sidewalk cracks
On Sunday mornings divine—
It's the little things that show
That you are noticed and loved.
The things that touch your soul
And make your reality for a moment, slow.
It's these little things that remind me
That I'm not alone. I shouldn't fear.
God has a plan. And my many prayers—
He really does answer. He really does hear.
The tiny birds hopping or small buds
Peeking through sidewalk cracks
On Sunday mornings divine—
It's the little things that show
That you are noticed and loved.
The things that touch your soul
And make your reality for a moment, slow.
It's these little things that remind me
That I'm not alone. I shouldn't fear.
God has a plan. And my many prayers—
He really does answer. He really does hear.
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