The
Little Things
Lord ,
teach me to be thankful for
The little
things in life,
The little
joys we oft o'erlook
Amid the
daily strife.
The first
sweet rose in early June--
Face washed
with morning dew,
The
laughter of a little child
That warms
the heart of you.
Lord , in
the rush of daily chores
Bid me to
pause awhile
To linger
in the sunshine of
A
neighbor's friendly smile.
And let me
not be so involved
That I
would fail to see
A robin
teach her young to fly
And miss
such ecstasy.
Sometimes a
gift of joy is in
A little
helpful deed
Or kindly
word that someone offers
In our time
of need.
Teach me ,
O Lord, to live each day
Above my
meager self,
Ever
thankful for the little things
More
precious than all wealth.
Kay Hoffman
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