Little headaches, little heartaches,
Little griefs of every day,
Little trials and vexations.
How they throng around our way!
One great cross, immense and heavy,
So it seems to our weak will,
Might be borne with resignation,
But these many small ones kill.
Yet all life is formed of small things,
Little leaves make up the trees,
Many tiny drops of water
Blending, make the mighty seas.
So these many little burdens
Pressing on our hearts so hard,
All uniting, form a life's work,
Meriting a grand reward.
Let us not then by impatience
Mar the beauty of the whole,
'But for love of Jesus bear all
In the silence of our soul.
Asking Him for grace sufficient
To sustain us thro' each loss,
And to treasure each small offering
As a splinter from His Cross.
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I asked Jesus
"How much do You love me?
"this much," He answered.
then He stretched out His arms
and died.
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