While working through the busy day
I failed to stop and see
All of the beauty you had made
And laid out just for me.
I fussed and fidgeted with things
That weren’t that hard at all
And just when I wanted to cry
I heard your quiet call,
“Stop now and see what this day holds
Before you hurry through.
I filled it with the finest things
And gave them all to you.”
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