It was only a spider’s web
Woven between two rails,Marking the hours of labor,
Where persistence prevails.
It wasn’t the sort of display
To distract from the view,
Until I noticed on each strand
The rippled rows of dew.
I bet God set that spider to
Spinning its web right there,
And then He placed the sparkling mist
Upon each thread with care,
To form a simple miracle
For one He knew would see
And recognize it as a gift
That He’d placed there for me.
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