Copyright © 1997 Verity
Man opens the door to his car, lifts out a sleeping child. Head resting on daddy’s shoulder the little girl is quite. Street light like a Van Gogh painting sheds them in an unreal light, and I drive by and watch that perfect sight.
Woman standing at a lighted window rocks her baby to sleep. Sweet voice like a heavenly angel prays to god her soul to keep. Curtains move like a stage opening, revealing their little scene, and I walk by an observer of that dream.
Old man a prisoner of age, sits huddled on a street corner, zmall child smiles sweetly at him, hand stretched out gives him a quarter. That gesture like a breath of springtime brings a smile to his wrinkled face, and I the fly pass by and am touched by that grace.
And I am thankful for it, yes I am thankful for it.
I am thankful for this little bit of peace that god is showing to me.
Everywhere, peace seems to be in pieces, but now and then, these little things remind me.
That love goes, wherever it is planted. And God shows, that compassion is the answer.
And I am thankful for it, yes I am thankful for it.
I am thankful for this little bit of peace that god is showing to me.
