God had something to tell me

on that perfect sunny day.

So I made my way into the forest

to hear what He had to say.

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Birds were singing, leaves were rustling,

and the sun warmed up my face.

My heart began to beat faster

as I sped up my pace.

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Slow down, God said,

or you’ll miss what I want to say.

There’s no need to rush right now;

we have all day.

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What is it you want to say, Lord?

I asked in curiosity.

Take a few steps and look around.

Then tell me what you see.

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All I see is a spider web, God.

What’s that have to do with me?

Look a little closer, He said,

at the work of art you see.

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This web didn’t create itself

but was intricately designed.

What’s a web without a weaver?

It’s impossible to find.

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Though the web gets knocked down

by wind, rain, women, and men,

the eight legged artist continues to repair it

time and time again.

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Like the spider, I love my art

regardless of the state it’s in.

No matter how many times you fall down,

I’ll build you back up again.

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I thanked the Lord for spider webs,

something I never dreamed I’d do.

I’m grateful He created the eight legged artist,

and I hope you are too.