How God Makes the World Go Round

I always asked my kinfolk
the strangest things indeed,
how does the ocean stay in place,
or how do flowers get their seeds?
They really have no answers for me
so that's when I explored,
every little living thing
across the grassy floor.
Butterflies and fireflies,
and all that graced my face,
a beautiful world which God has made
and he done so with such grace.
Every breath we take in
or every word ever spoken,
is just a small part of God's tokens.
The beating of hearts
as blood runs in veins,
is just another part
of God's loving pain.
He sent his son
to die for us all,
but how many really
surrenders to it all?

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