SMALL MIRACLES


by: Beatrice Morris


There is a reason in this life
for every little sigh
As there is solace to be had
for every tear we cry.

We may not understand it
when the shadows touch our feet
And in our cup of bitterness
we may not taste the sweet.

But everything that's in its place
is by the will of God,
However gay or tragic
or mysterious or odd.

And somewhere there is comfort
and a compensation, too,
For every hurt we suffer
and the good we try to do.

If only we will honor God
and give the best we can
To persevere in our pursuit
and serve our fellow man.


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