It’s The Little Things

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.
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