Sometimes, we are so fixated About how blessings should be In that deep drive and force That blessings start to flee Demanding becomes desperation Making an unbalanced equation The things that we incessantly crave Must die to their watery grave We must know that Tiny things that interrupt our day Are silver showers sent on our way That is how God has chosen To supernaturally bless our day In resting, relaxing and receiving God’s golden tapestry starts weaving When we emerge from our cave To flow along His Divine wave Blessings glow for the faithful and brave
Rita K. Kurian
Psalm 46:10: Be still and know that I am God.
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