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"You can't fix everything!" ~ Oh, yes, I know. But, I am called to bear more than my woes; Sometimes a prayer ~ sometimes a deed, For someone who is in such need. So, help me, Father, when I'm feeling low. Shall I be less than what He asked? Or, shall I bear up, meet the task, And remember, when I labor weeping, He did it too; the garden keeping, Tears and blood together at the last? Or, when my heart hurts so I feel the tears, Like blood fall from its rhythmic beat, I know His cleansing blood still flows - a flood! Enough for all - enough for one Who only has to answer when He says, "Come!" Indifference is not my cup of tea. Mercy, compassion, love - they let me be The self I know, what I was called to see In human life, and always be One who will stand, or laugh, or cry With someone who needs company, as I Have needed in some days now past, And, being human, will need to the last. So, let me serve, forgetting self and risk Of stress-related ailments - (what a list!). If I should fall and not get up so soon, I'll look for what He teaches, while the tune Is minor and slowed down a bit for me; A little wisdom dawns ~ gives light to really see! |
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