Life’s Little Things

I didn’t know sweet tiny flower

You looked just like a star

But since I’m down on my knees

Down close to where you are

I see the beauty in your face

That closeness will release

Yes things look mighty different

When you’re down upon your knees

This tiny ant, I notice here

Is always going strong

He’s back and forth from morn ’til night

And working all day long

He is so insignificant

One seldom even sees

Unless one takes the trouble to

Get down upon his knees

Sometimes we’re very thoughtless

When we’re faced with storms and strife

Which seems to be the lot of all

Who struggle through this life

I wonder if in careless haste

I’ve trampled such as these?

If so, I’d never been so rue

Had I been upon my knees

Do we uncaring, unconcerned

Denounce our fellow-man

Forgetting Jesus died for all

T’ was in our Father’s plan?

We’d not presume He died for us

And not for all of these

If we would spend more time in prayer

Right down upon our knees

I wonder when our Lord looks down

From heaven up above

How very small we’d look to Him

Without His wonderous love?

But Jesus is compassionate

When a humble heart He sees

He knows what Love can do for us

When we’re down upon our knees.

Copyright 1965 Mary Catherine Thompson,

Hinton West Virgina

(my grandmother)