God make my life a little light,
Within the world to glow,--
A tiny flame that burneth bright,
Wherever I may go.
God make my life a little flower,
That giveth joy to all;--
Content to bloom in native bower
Although its place be small.
God make my life a little song,
That comforteth the sad;
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.
God make my life a little staff
Whereon the weak may rest,--
That so what health and strength I have
May serve my neighbor best.
God make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise,--
Of faith, that never waxeth dim,
In all His wondrous ways.
- Matilda B. Edwards
I like this poem. I just dug it up as the year is ending and we are sending our little ones on to the preschool. They say a personality is set by the age of five and half of what we ever learn is done before the age of five. I always think about that when I get the knowing, oh, your a babysitter look or comment.
My reply, at least in my mind, "Yes, absolutely, and what a great task and wonderful calling." There wasn't one day this year, as I heard the Doxology called for after prayer or heard the baby catechism recited that it didn't bless my heart and humble me at the sweet calling of being a part of these "little hymns" lives.
There are somethings that will always defy the law of supply and demand... children, relationship, love, and God -- no matter how much you have of them - they leave you longing for more - even when your proverbial plate is brimming. It is, indeed, a wonder in the economy of God. Praise be His name.