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 made 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~
