Miracles Overlooked

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How wondrous does His might appear

When mountains touch the sky

Or when we watch the milky way

Silently drifting by.

 

It’s in those moments, grand and fine,

We often see His hand,

For that view is easy enough

For us to understand.

 

Yet is His wonder not as grand

When subtly displayed?

Or do we tend to overlook

The small wonders He’s made?

 

The spider’s web, so intricate

And fragile, it might seem

The hope of catching anything

Is just a spider’s dream.

 

Maybe the fragrance of a rose

That drifts by on a breeze,

Or fruit that bursts from sweet blossoms

Upon the gnarled trees.

 

Why do we overlook His hand

At work in little ways

Yet speak in hushed and awe filled tones

At all His grand displays.

 

There are so many miracles,

Like tiny drops of dew

That reflect His astounding love…

And one of them is you!

 

Revelation 4:11

“Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.”