The Old Tin Bucket!

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.

~~Author Unknown~~