Little things tear at our hearts,
To keep our loved ones far apart.
But if we learn to let it go,
Then little things can not grow.
So let us take it in our stride,
And dismiss the anger deep inside.
And try to think of something good,
Of everyone. I know we could.
For if together we don't speak,
We just take Satan to his peak.
Don't let your heart turn to stone,
You'll feel so bad, you'll be alone.
So don't let the years slip away,
You'll only end up old and gray.
Little things, they grow so high,
Like the mountains in the sky.
The Lord told us that this would be,
Me against you, you against me.
And if tommorrow we should die,
We'll leave here with no peace of mind.
So put it in our Fathers hands.
I promise you, He'll understand.
Written by:
Thelma Shutters
