in the post-it notes that plaster your kitchen wall…it’s there.
in the morning chats over pain-au-raisins and muffins…it’s there
in the rich silence of quiet glances…it’s there
in the extra cardigan that brings you warmth…it’s there
in pigeon-holed surprises…it’s there
in post-its that bear words of truth…it’s there
in the remembrance that you like it white…it’s there
in the midnight visits from a friend…it’s there
in the rustling of your phone past midnight…it’s there
in clumsy fingers that fumble over the fretboard…it’s there
in the taxi rides back home…it’s there
in the walking home after each Sunday night…it’s there
God’s love is never too far away
it’s right there, in the little things
how marvelous to know
that we are loved by a great king.
thanks.
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