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It started out as any other day, none could ever know the lesson I would soon receive, or where it would flow a day fishing in a nearby pond, with my rod to throw not long thereafter, I was staring at a fish now in tow As I reeled it in, this fish was so small and docile I failed to consider my actions, it was just so fragile pulling it out of the water, flying smack into a nearby wall it went my catch was now dying, my conscience feeling a little torment Carefully taking it off my hook, I threw it back in the water feeling guilty, as if having just committed a major slaughter I was seriously focused on this dying fish, asking myself why me only soon to realize this was a lesson, perhaps a heavenly decree Taking its last breath in the water, the fish then began to flow beyond slowly heading toward the wall, where water was spilling out of this pond coming to the edge of the pond, a small wave threw this fish over the wall watching what was going on intently, down the wall it did now fall One peek over that wall, and I could now clearly see a whole bunch of large branches near this one big tree amazingly this one long branch seemed to begin moving And as I saw this snake advance, my perception was improving Spellbound, watching this snake attack, his mouth opened wide before me it devoured its food, knowing now why this fish had died although accursed this snake may be, His creature G-d would not forsake unknown until now, with my actions fulfilling His will, did I now partake "G-d opens His hand and satisfies the needs of each and every creature" my prayer every day, declaring G-d's abundant kindness His known feature no accidents exist in this world, plan and purpose are really visible to all let us first incline our hearts to look, and we too may hear this heavenly call
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Fishing With The Almighty, But I Was The Bait
It started out as any other day, none could ever know the lesson I would soon receive, or where it would flow a day fishing in a nearby pond, with my rod to throw not long thereafter, I was staring at a fish now in tow As I reeled it in, this fish was so small and docile I failed to consider my actions, it was just so fragile pulling it out of the water, flying smack into a nearby wall it went my catch was now dying, my conscience feeling a little torment Carefully taking it off my hook, I threw it back in the water feeling guilty, as if having just committed a major slaughter I was seriously focused on this dying fish, asking myself why me only soon to realize this was a lesson, perhaps a heavenly decree Taking its last breath in the water, the fish then began to flow beyond slowly heading toward the wall, where water was spilling out of this pond coming to the edge of the pond, a small wave threw this fish over the wall watching what was going on intently, down the wall it did now fall One peek over that wall, and I could now clearly see a whole bunch of large branches near this one big tree amazingly this one long branch seemed to begin moving And as I saw this snake advance, my perception was improving Spellbound, watching this snake attack, his mouth opened wide before me it devoured its food, knowing now why this fish had died although accursed this snake may be, His creature G-d would not forsake unknown until now, with my actions fulfilling His will, did I now partake "G-d opens His hand and satisfies the needs of each and every creature" my prayer every day, declaring G-d's abundant kindness His known feature no accidents exist in this world, plan and purpose are really visible to all let us first incline our hearts to look, and we too may hear this heavenly call
There Are No Accidents in G-d's World! This is a true story, set out in poetic rhyme. It is a lesson worthy of sharing. How our actions are sometimes guided for the better. Although at first glance, this cannot always be readily perceived.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
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