Mystery surfaces like shadows
come, count them every day,
A ride in time,
An accident failed,
A penny in pocket,
after the day's work,
A prayer in a day,
More protection and blessings,
A good night sleep,
A good day to face,
Feet that moves,
Eyes that blink,
Lips of good speech,
A blessings of life.
Who says no more miracle?
Widen you're horizon,
blindness is so far away,
what we need is to ponder,
the myriad of blessings
like the stars at night,
fireflies in the trees,
seashells in the oceans,
they are all your everyday,
A gift from the Miracle Maker- God!
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