There was a boy, as little as could be.
He had a dream, bigger than his soup of pea.
Many told him, it just could not be.
He was like a flea in the middle of the sea.
Tried he did, one time two and three.
As graceful as a rock thrown from the tree.
Yet he goes on in glee.
That one day, perched on tree, more than a
flea, an eagle he will be.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Prayer
Lord, grant me grace to trust that you hold my world in the palm of your hands, when in my human weakness I see not your workings in my life.
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