AWARE

by: Marion Schoeberlein

Sometimes we're not aware of things,
The wind chimes in a tree that sings,
The first snowfall that casts a spell,
The silver sound of a church bell.

We plod along our tired way,
Not seeing beauty in each day,
Not recognizing God at all,
In everything both great and small.

Then suddenly He wakes us from
A long sleep of ignoring Him,
He nudges us with trials or pain,
So that we see His love again.

Renewed once more we are aware
Of His great power everywhere-
Then all the world is new and bright-
We see God in a different light!

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