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