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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