Day of Small Things
Poem about the value of small things
We despise the day of small things
And hold the slow things in contempt.
Looking for joy when our phone dings,
Trading our mansions for a tent.
Never rich, smart, famous enough,
Never present in the present.
Yet we’re God’s diamonds in the rough.
He shows heaven in a small thing,
Even cold water in a cup.
So we slow down and simply bring
The small things. We offer them up
As gifts of our generous King.