The sun rises and sets every day,
The tides ebb and flow.
Constellations have sung in space
Since eons ago.
Mountains have stood for centuries,
Spring resurrects the trees,
And the world would have no honey
if God had made no bees.
Tiny acorns become an oak,
Babies are born each day.
The faith of just one mustard seed
Can chase our fears away.
For God hears and answers prayers,
And dreams can come true.
We sometimes entertain an angel
By things we say and do.
We have no rainbows without rain,
No laughter through the tears.
There'd be no healing without pain,
No peace without some fears.
There are things science can't explain,
Things only angels know.
The sun rises and sets each day.
The tides ebb and flow.
"Every Day Miracles"
A poem by Clay Harrison
Art work by Eloise Wilkin
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