Roses From Jesus
In the big things,
I cry out loud.
In the big things,
Able to recognize your hand.
I witness your wondrous work,
Upon mountains sitting high.
At times I miss the pebbles in valleys,
Yet, your miracles in those also apply.
In the little things,
Your loving care does show.
In the little things,
From your creative heart, all things grow.
My heart is grateful for simple and small,
Things that can seem everyday mundane.
Then I remember how it is written,
You know my every hair and have recorded my name.
You direct my paths,
protect my day-to-day,
Watch me cross the street,
lead when to go, guide me when to stay.
I’m thankful for the little things,
Some may say these gifts each and all:
Roses From Jesus, trinket-sized gifts
From you are all big, even if they’re small.
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