I was wounded
Faking was my option
Faking was my resort
Each day was dreadful
Each step hurts badly
I was hanging loosely
I was falling down
And then I got a delivery
A package was sent to me
Among the thorny roses
I planted you
Among the thorny roses
You bloomed
My bright Sunflower.
Sometimes we don't realize the small things in life. We do not appreciate what God gave us, the sudden encounter, the sudden stranger smiling at us, the hidden glances of those who secretly admires us, nor the big offering right in front of us. Sometimes, we just need to relax and let God handle us. Allow Him to shower us with His gift of life.
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