In the quest for God's love, a journey deep and true, Never satisfied, yet seeking, in hearts both old and new. Where to seek among the meek, in whispers soft and mild? In humble souls and gentle hearts, where grace is reconciled.
Amidst the quiet valleys and the shadows of the hill, In the laughter of the children, in the song of the whippoorwill. In acts of kindness, simple gestures, and words of tender care, God's love resides, ever-present, for those who seek it there.
In the touch of a stranger's hand, in the warmth of a friend's embrace, In the tears of joy and sorrow, in every sacred space. For God's love knows no boundaries, it's boundless as the sea, And in the hearts of the meek, it finds its sanctuary.
So seek not in grandeur or in riches vast and grand, But in the quiet moments, in the touch of a helping hand. For God's love is ever-present, in the meek and lowly soul, In every act of kindness, in every heart made whole.
From Creek Nation’s heartland, they once did depart, The Miccosukee people, with a warrior’s heart. Southward they journeyed, through land and through strife, To Florida’s embrace, seeking new life.
In the swamps and the marshes, where waters do gleam, They found a new home, in the land of their dream. Before it was states, before lines were drawn, They thrived in the wild, in the light of the dawn.
The Indian Wars came, a shadow, a blight, The Miccosukee stood firm, ready to fight. Many were taken, to the West they were sent, But a resolute hundred, to the glades they went.
Mikasuki tongues whispered, through the reeds and the air, In the Everglades vast, they made their lair. Refusing surrender, their spirit unbowed, In the heart of the swamp, they silently vowed.
To endure and to live, with the land and the sky, Underneath the broad wings of the heron’s cry. The Miccosukee’s tale, of strength and of pride, In the heart of the Everglades, they still reside.
In the pouring rain, a gentleman stepped out, From his SUV, with a heart devout. Two kids ahead, one pushing a broken bike, He paused his world, to do what's right.
Drenched in the rain, he knelt down low, Fixed the bike with a gentle glow. Five minutes passed, yet seemed like a while, Kids rode off happy, he left with a smile.
An act of kindness, pure and bright, Lit up the day, in the soft rainlight. A moment so simple, yet deeply profound, He gave us a smile, as love came around.
God makes my little tail wiggle with delight, In the morning's glow, or the soft moonlight. Life's twists and turns, we cannot foresee, Yet love's gentle touch sets our spirits free.
A dog’s love, pure and true, like heaven’s grace, Brings joy to our hearts, a warm embrace. They teach us kindness, patience, and care, In their eyes, we find a love so rare.
Through wagging tails and playful barks, They light up our lives, leave lasting marks. They give us love, unconditionally, And we return it, naturally.
But there's more to this bond, so deep and strong, In their presence, we feel we belong. For in loving them, we learn to be kind, To open our hearts, and broaden our mind.
God’s hand in each moment, subtle yet clear, Through the love of a dog, He draws us near. They make us better, their love is divine, In their company, God’s blessings shine.
So, cherish each moment, each wag of the tail, For in loving them, we can never fail. God makes my little tail wiggle, it's true, Through the love of a dog, His love shines through.
