Rippled sand
Blown into patterns
By a mighty hand
One grain wonders if it matters
All it’s life rolled here and there
Rubbing and chipping
Crushed by waves that do not care
Dizzy with the swirling
Next thrown upon the shore
Now dry, lifted by the wind
Wondering what’s in store
Amid this daily grind?
Little does it know
It has a place in a masterpiece
Tiny hills and valleys all in a row
It’s just a little piece
But when it lands
Or is lifted by a gust
Is guided by His hands
And teaches me to trust
~MJ
Love this! No crazy day or dull day is without purpose; all work to increase our being conformed to the image and likeness of Jesus!
1 Peter 1:3-9
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