Humility
Lord, let me do the little things
Which may fall to my lot,
Those little inconspicuous ones,
By others, oft forgot.
A staff, for others to lean upon,
Strong hands to help the weak,
A loving heart with open door,
To all, who solace seek.
To hold my tongue, when hot words arise,
Speak kindly ones instead,
Nor harshly judge my fellowmen,
In what they’ve done, or said.
To share another’s heavy load,
By word, or courage given,
To help a fallen brother rise,
And bring him nearer Heaven.
If, like the Master I can give,
Myself, for those I love,
Rich joy, and peace, shall come to me,
Sweet rest, in Heaven above.
I know not, when today shall close,
But when life’s curfew rings,
I want my Lord to find me then,
Still doing little things.
- Anonymous -
