I can’t compare or always stay in step; yet! He sees my heart, removes the thorn!
He blots dry my tears; His calm quells fears so that I am blind no longer.
You turned away from paths before you, how would you know from rock or sand?
The earth is but happenstance and folly; Trust in Me, Child…Lend Me your hand!
Serve Him still? Yes, though truly some days I feel frail and worn.
He knows my heart, remembers my name, and sees which gifts of mine are the stronger.
Listen! I can hear His whispering: Go fill the gaps, Turn up the sound!
Use your small gifts to warm lonely souls. Bring Joy and Peace! Grasp on! Come ‘round!