So very Beautiful!
Praise to the Lord of the small, broken things,
Who sees the poor sparrow that cannot take wing,
Who loves the small child, and the wretch in the street,
Who comforts their sorrow, and washes their feet.
Praise the Lord for the faint and afraid,
Who girds them with courage and lends them His aid;
He pours out His Spirit on vessels so weak,
That the timid can serve and the silent can speak.
Praise to the Lord of the frail and the ill,
Who heals their afflictions or carries them till,
They leave this tired frame and to paradise they fly,
To never be sick and never to die.
Praise Him, Oh praise Him all who yet live,
Who've been given so much and can so little give,
Our frail, lisping praise God will never despise:
He sees his children through mercy~filled eyes.
Very beautiful thoughts..as these are my thoughts today!
Have a great day!