Beauty is everywhere
Everything is held in His hand.
A mud puddle wouldn’t exist
Unless we needed both
The rain and glorious soil.
Youthful glee and splashes!
I remember the glory of dirt,
Now that I like to be clean.
A mud puddle wouldn’t exist;
Mere pocket of grimy water
Unless we needed both
Dreams and splashing reality.
Perhaps life would be boring
Unless we needed both
Dreams and splashing reality.
Dreams and splashing reality
Likely answer His reasoning.
Everything is held in His hand.
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