Why does it take so long to see
What’s right before our eyes?
How can we live a miracle
And still not realize?
I saw it in the sky,
But I was busy complaining,
So it just passed me by.
Just what we want to see?
Why do the wonders seen each day,
Seem boring as can be?
The sea upon the shore,
Or even the songs of the birds
That we’ve all heard before.
Doesn’t make them less dear.
I promise you would grieve their loss,
If they should disappear.
And pause to look around.
The miracles we see each day
Continue to abound.
And I suspect you’ll find
There are more miracles each day
Than ever crossed your mind.
“Hear this, O Job; stop and consider the wondrous works
of God.
You are the God who works wonders; you have made known
your might among the peoples.
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