He makes little things big things
He makes big things little things
Till you’re depleted and confused
Your mind overwhelmed by tasks
Paltry, ambiguous and frivolous
He brings the past and the future
Into the present, to preoccupy you
Rapt in past mistakes and regrets
To tomorrows’ cares and concerns
Away from God’s daily presence
His arrows at relationships aimed
Your family and friends, fair game
Lured to dissonance and dissension
All to keep you emotionally rankled
And away from any godly thinking
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