Snowrose
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Hello dear friends,
This was sent to me by a friend and I just wanted to share it with you.
And a meadowlark sang by Ravindra Kumar Karnani
(This poem was originally written in the Hindi language.)
The child whispered "God, if you're there, talk to me"
And a meadowlark sang
But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled "God, are you there?"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said "God, I want to see you."
And the flowers grew . . .
But the child only noticed their beauty.
And the child shouted "God I want to see a miracle"
As she played in the lush fields and ate of the sweet fruits,
taking in the wonders of nature.
Somehow knowing there was an in-born need,
the child cried out in despair
"Touch me God. I want to know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down and touched the child,
but the child brushed the butterfly away and
ran off in search of God.
God's children miss out on so many blessings because we have a preconceived idea of what His 'miracles' should look like. There are miracles all around us . . . begin to notice what God is doing in your life. Don't allow Satan to steal your joy.
So much is missed because we simply rush about in our busy day and don't see that God is with us, even in the very small things. Take the time to see God all around you.
God bless,
Snowrose
This was sent to me by a friend and I just wanted to share it with you.
And a meadowlark sang by Ravindra Kumar Karnani
(This poem was originally written in the Hindi language.)
The child whispered "God, if you're there, talk to me"
And a meadowlark sang
But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled "God, are you there?"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said "God, I want to see you."
And the flowers grew . . .
But the child only noticed their beauty.
And the child shouted "God I want to see a miracle"
As she played in the lush fields and ate of the sweet fruits,
taking in the wonders of nature.
Somehow knowing there was an in-born need,
the child cried out in despair
"Touch me God. I want to know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down and touched the child,
but the child brushed the butterfly away and
ran off in search of God.
God's children miss out on so many blessings because we have a preconceived idea of what His 'miracles' should look like. There are miracles all around us . . . begin to notice what God is doing in your life. Don't allow Satan to steal your joy.
So much is missed because we simply rush about in our busy day and don't see that God is with us, even in the very small things. Take the time to see God all around you.
God bless,
Snowrose