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It’s The Little Things

 

Like a bullet in an old drawer long forgotten

Like a criminal who’s grown too tired to run

Like a prayer can start out sweet but then go rotten

Like a poison thorn dug deep within your thumb

 

It’s the little things

that matter

It’s the little steps

we take

 

There’s a moment I’d return to if could now

There’s a word that I would keep inside my mouth

There’s a switch along the track that led me wayward

But the train of time – it never turns around

 

It’s the little things

that matter

It’s little moves

we make

It’s the little things 

that matter

It’s the little cracks

that break 

 

Break us all apart

Is this who we really are?

 

It’s a sharpened blade of grass beneath my bare foot

How a minor chord can make me come alive

It’s the father who could die just from a bee sting

It’s the way my Lord can take his precious time

 

It’s the little things

that get me

It’s the little turns

of the blade

It’s the little love

we offer

It’s the little seed

of faith

 

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