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.
It 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
That 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 smile.
Could mean the world to others
And that made my life worthwhile.
All things serve a purpose
So look around and consider again..
The things you thought were useless
Like that rusty bucket made of tin.
See the origional poem, and the origional pictures at