Seeing a Blessing In Everything
Being thankful is not enough
for all the gifts received,
we must be that guiding light
which will show lost souls
their way back to hope, serenity, faith and love.
Being blessed is not realized
until our cups run over and rain
is pushed back by the strongest wind,
making desperation vanish
as evil and darkness suddenly succumbs to sunlight.
Being full with no desire left,
makes life worthless and monotonous;
we need thrill and excitement
to make sad faces smile by being generous...
holding on material things is egotistic and foolish.
Being compassionate as our Father is
can inspire many hearts to turn to Him
and make them holy as faithful angels are,
then all those diseases that caused pain will be wiped out;
sickness will certainly be replaced by vibrant and good health.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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