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The Little Things
Sometimes I can't see
What hope's left for me
Throbbing pain blinds my eyes
And leaves my heart paralyzed
Frozen in misery,
I pray selfishly
And fail to learn what confronts me
Is just an opportunity
Then, when I lose my steam,
I hear the birds sweetly sing
I feel the warmth of the sun
And see a new day just begun
Shamefully I realize
That God has never left my side
With a joy that fills my soul
I recognize He has control
Even with the little things
Especially with the little things.
— Words and music copyright September 2012, Kirby Lee Davis
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