On certain days, I grow tired of little.
I wish, I hope for more
All the things that make life easier
Than it is on this day.
On certain days, I am thankful for little things.
I ponder, I receive
All the things that seem beneath God’s notice
That He gave on this day.
On certain days, I am weary of purpose.
I wish to retreat, to hide from
All the things that overwhelm,
That add heaviness to this day.
On certain days I find peace in glory.
The depth, the wonder of
All the things learned from Christ,
That grant significance to this day.
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