In A Puddle In a puddle by the roadside left by the warm, spring rain, its waters dark and muddy with the brown earth stain, I saw a glorious mountain that stood up bold and high reflected in the water, with a patch of cloud-decked sky.
Sometimes in folk around me with burdens, hurts and fears: through joyful, happy hours and often through their tears: in some loving acts of kindness as they show how much they care- in the lives of folk around me I find God reflected there. in his steps |