Growth

Lord, make me glad for little things,Those things which every day appear.Small incidents of sight and sound,If loving gratitude abound,Become more consecrated—dear.

Lord, help me see that little waysOf serving Thee are truly blest;No carking care can cramp my praise,Nor lurking failure scar my days,When in omnipotence I rest.

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