Storms and Blessings

Yo sometimes all it takes is a small act of kindness When the world's lookin' rough you can still find brightness. Let me tell y'all a story of how the smallest things Brought a big-time change blessings on wings. There's this dude big-time a governor on the scene Decides to hit the woods with his right-hand keen. They're out huntin' laughin' livin' free Till the sky goes dark like a midnight sea. Thunder cracks rain falls heavy and wild They're soaked to the bone feelin' lost like a child. No shelter in sight every path's blocked tight Then they spot a flicker just a tiny light. Sometimes it's that small thing that shines bright In the darkest storm it's the guiding light. Like a glass of milk a bed of straw Turns out blessings come from acts so raw. They knock on the door of a beat-down spot Out comes a man clothes ragged a lot. But he smiles at 'em both says "Come on in Ain't much here but I'll treat you like kin." Offers 'em goat's milk fresh and warm Two straw beds to keep 'em safe from the storm. They crash hard sleep deep through the night Wake up next mornin' greeted by light. Thank him say goodbye and hit the trail But the governor's heart is tellin' a tale. Back in his mansion a few days pass Calls for that man with a noble's class. Sometimes it's that small thing that shines bright In the darkest storm it's the guiding light. Like a glass of milk a bed of straw Turns out blessings come from acts so raw. Woodsman shows up heart beatin' fast Like "What's goin' on? Am I caught at last?" Governor laughs says "You remember me? You gave a simple gift made me feel free." Tailors come in suit him up real fine New clothes new crib life redesigned. He's standin' there stunned can barely speak All from a glass of milk and kindness he'd keep. Now imagine his friend tryna get that luck Shows up with milk thinkin' he's struck But governor at home ain't lookin' for scraps It's the timing and place that's where the blessing taps. See when life's rough and times feelin' hard Even the smallest act's a trump card. In exile when the soul's on a long road It's that simple kindness worth more than gold. So don't wait make a move do what you can A little more good before time's up fam. And when blessings pour they come like a flood From that glass of milk to a life reborn in love. Sometimes it's that small thing that shines bright In the darkest storm it's the guiding light. Like a glass of milk a bed of straw Turns out blessings come from acts so raw.