THE SPECTACULAR

Give me spectacular,

Grant me a miracle,

I pleaded as I prayed.

Speak as You did at creation,

Command,  “Let it be,”

And in an instant it will be,

According to Your Word.

Why flawed this cry,

Though wrung 
From anguished heart?

Flawed because,

It directed God to act,
According to my will,

Not His.

Wisdom whispered tenderly,

“Pray like this,

 “Not mine, but let Your will be done.”

And then the miracle,

Quietly unfurled,

And at its heart was found,

A matchless love.

I did receive a miracle.

Myra D’Souza / 3^rd May 2012