mine eyes might only see one small picture
imagination can fill in some blanks,
details almost forgotten to notice
in daily grinds of cricks clamors cranks,
I somehow catch these things effortlessly
like my life is pulling one of it's pranks,
telling me not to pay much attention
to these concrete cities full of swanks,
it is in these tiny details I find
bright bold answers to what might puzzle me,
when I see a flower thriving among trash
or a birds nest in a sign I can see,
I am reminded of how simple God is
and his gift of salvation is for free,
when do I take the time to understand
eternal life is a work of beauty~