"During painful times, when you feel a terrible void, think how God is enlarging the capacity of your soul so that it can receive him--making it, as it were, infinite as he is infinite. Look upon each pain as a love token coming to you directly from God in order to unite you to him."
Despite the admonition in 1 John 2:15, I think this is a cute poem that expresses gratitude for simple things in an original fashion ☺. For further discussion of this topic, see the Barnes and Matthew Henry commentaries here.
What is this sun that conquers mountains Singing over what has been asleep? What is it that softens all my doubting? It's You
Morning brings a hunger for new eyes That have been covered by the hurt of yesterday Who could create in me the vision of a little child? It's You
You take an ordinary day And turn it into flowers like the month of May Yes You do You see all my pain You cry over it for hours 'til I'm new again Yes You do
When I have been a victim of familiarity When my heart has fallen into sleep Healing is the voice that awakens me It is You
You take an ordinary day And turn it into flowers like the month of May Yes You do You see all my pain You cry over it for hours 'til I'm new again Yes You do