The Little Things

I cannot do great things, dear Lord,
To serve Thee day by day,
So help me see the little things
That come across my way.

Is someone sick? Then I can write
or maybe telephone,
It could bring hours of happiness
To dear ones all alone.

Is someone sad ? Then I can stop
And chat, at least a while,
You never know what joy it brings
To understand, and smile.

Is someone hungry? Tired or cold ?
I haven’t much to spare,
But even widows’ mites can help
When blest by God through prayer.

Oh, Lord, I cannot do a thing
To set the world aflame,
But let me do the little things In
Thy dear, blessed name.