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The
Old Rusty Bucket
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by: � 1998 IAmSparrow
There
is an old water bucket,
Lying
out beside the fence,
why
anyone would keep it,
to
me just made no sense.
The
bottom is so rusty,
no
water will it hold,
the
handle is all twisted,
the
bucket is so old.
for
many years I kept it,
for
the good that it had been,
It
used to serve a purpose,
but
that was way back then.
Now
it's just an eyesore,
a
useless piece of rusty tin,
I
thought that I would trash it,
with
other junk and then...
I
heard the sound of thunder
in
the distant sky,
and
then a softer, sweeter sound,
And
this one was near by.
was
the sound of summer raindrops
beating
a rhythm like a drum,
I
listened in amazement and
then
began to hum.
I
noticed a sparrow taking refuge
underneath
a big green tree
and
he began to sing along..
with
the raindrops and with me.
I
saw the leaves were dancing
and
flowers swayed, beautiful and bold
as
raindrops on an old rusty bucket
made
music to cheer the soul.
I
lifted my eyes toward Heaven
and
thanked My father there
For
teaching me this lesson
and
now with you I share.
I
was feeling just as useless
as
that bucket seemed to be
Just
going through a season
of
thinking no one needed me.
But
then I was reminded that to
give
an encouraging word or a smile
Could
mean the world to others
and
that makes my life worthwhile.
all
things serve a purpose,
so
look around and consider again..
the
things you thought were useless
like
the rusty bucket made of tin.
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The end
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