Though Frail I Serve Him Still

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!