I asked God for a sign once,
Honestly hoping for my love
To appear and help me during the months so dark.
But God works in mysterious ways.
I asked God for a sign once,
Expecting something obviously laid.
Expecting something that shouted:
“This is it! This is what you’ve been wanting.”
But my search for His existence began to fade
Like the rays of sunshine on a day so grey.
Part of me had given up,
But part of me did not want to let go.
I noticed the beauty of the world I live in,
From the bluffs covered in powdery snow
To the city lights reflecting off the calm waters;
From the harvest moon watching over the Earth
To the street lights slicing through the tree branches like razors
On a misty night.
I asked God for a sign once,
And He reminded me that His creations took time.
The fiery sunsets,
The silent snowfalls,
A loved one’s laughter—
It was all His way of telling me
That He is here.
He made this all for me.
God works in mysterious ways.