It wasn’t some great miracle,
Just colored glass and light,
But it appeared for one moment
Then faded out of sight.
Yet, of all those seated nearby,
Only I turned to see,
So, in a way, it was indeed
A miracle for me.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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