Thanks! || Spoken words || Flourish Joshua

Life has a way of making what God has not done for us eat into what He has done for us. Each day of our lives come with its own peculiar madness. Too many voices around beclouding our ears from the voice of God. Most times, we spend more time tabling our prayer requests and lesser time taking note of answered requests.
Call this poem a small pulley. Call it the voice of a mother piercing through the wind in search of her lost child. Call it an arrow-that doesn't kill but points you a reminder that God is faithful.
While we expect God's hand, we are to never forget God's face!