That me thinking naught,
Of something that happened,
Would make me less affected.
At first it seemed,
A sensible trait,
Be the bigger person,
Great role to be played.
But it goes beyond,
The material world,
Why should I pray,
About exams and rain,
Aren't these too menial,
For such a great God?
Are these so important,
To speak about a lot?
Only life and death,
Seemed significant enough.
So I prayed less,
'Cause everything seemed small,
Suddenly nothing matters,
In no time at all.
How to be grateful,
If even life seemed like nothing,
Then I realise,
My sensitivity was missing.
Flip this coin around,
For me to see,
Little habits of evil,
Creep into my heart.
It seems menial,
Maybe a small taint,
But not long after,
A big patch of stain.
Slowly from then,
To train again,
Nothing don't matter,
Everything is a gain,
Let me not,
Despise the little things.
And let me remember,
That God cares and loves,
Me till the end,
So that nothing so small,
Is too small or wasted,
And that something so tiny,
Can cause a big ripple.
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