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Busy Hands, Open Heart.

Here's a poem that reflects my journey:


I was once a man always on the run,

Chasing dreams, racing beneath the sun.

So many tasks, so much to achieve,

Too busy to notice, too hurried to grieve.


The world spun fast, and I kept pace,

But missed the stillness, the quiet grace.

Important things slipped through my hands,

As I forged ahead with life’s demands.


But the Lord in His mercy, so patient, so kind,

Called out to me, *“Slow down, unwind.”*

He took my burdens, my endless quest,

And whispered, *“In Me, find your rest.”*


Now, in this season, things are new,

The rush is gone, my life’s in view.

No longer too busy, no longer blind,

The most important things, I now find.


For now, it’s the little things I adore,

Like cleaning the yard and closing the door,

Feeding my dog, as she plays and runs,

These simple moments, under the sun.


I laugh at the mess, I smile at the play,

For in these small tasks, I find joy each day.

No longer the race, no longer the rush,

Just me and my dog, in the morning’s hush.


And through it all, I see God’s plan,

He’s shaped my heart from a hurried man.

In every moment, He’s shown me the way,

To love, to cherish, to savor today.


So here I stand, with grateful eyes,

For the Lord has made my life a prize.

In the simple, the small, the everyday grind,

I’ve found His peace, His love divine.


Terry

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