Looking
Through God's Eyes
They say
that God is everywhere protecting you and me,
They say
that every move we make God watches and he sees.
I walked
into my neighborhood to see what God had done,
To see
what little kids were doing, how they were having fun.
At the
first corner I saw a homeless family at a soup kitchen,
How could
God be with these people, and with many others I do not
mention?
I walked
on and saw a little boy with no arms in a wheelchair,
How could
God be so cruel, and not show this boy any love or care?
A school
violence victim was next to cross my path,
How could
God let this little girl fall into violence's wrath?
Lastly
was a loner reading his Bible, while other kids passed him by,
How could
God not give this boy any friends, why, God, oh why?
A thought
struck me, and I stopped and looked around,
For these
people were not lost, they were God's servants; they were
found.
I thought
back to the soup kitchen, God was giving them food and a
residence,
I thought
back to the handicapped boy, God was giving him peace and joy
in his
presence.
I thought
back to the little girl, God kept her was safe and sound,
I thought
back to the loner, God was helping him become heaven-bound.
If I look
at the bad, that's all that I will I see,
We must
look at it through God's eyes,
Not through
the eyes of you or me.
Author
~ Lane Nelson

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