When trying out for a vocal group here in Rexburg, we were asked to sing a piece by Johanna Anderson entitled "Lord of the Small." She sent her poem to a man who put it to music - he felt it was fitting as he had been commissioned to honor the memory of a 12 year old girl who had died of cancer. The poem is as follows:
Praise to the Lord of the Small Broken Things,
Who Sees the Poor Sparrow That cannot take wing.
Who loves the lame child and the wretch in the street
who comforts their sorrows and washes their feet.
Praise to the lord of 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 fly.
to never be sick and never to die.
Praise him, O Praise Him All ye who live
who`ve been given so much and can so little give
our frail lisping praise God will never Despise.
He Sees His Dear ChildrenThrough Mercy Filled Eyes!
I had to take a moment and step outside. The line where it says "to paradise fly, to never be sick and never to die" brought to my mind the memory of my brother who recently passed on from this life.
I also felt great peace at the line: "he pours out his spirit on vessels so weak that the timid can serve and the silent can speak." This line touched me because so often in my life I feel a tad inadequate for what I feel has been set before me.
I'm grateful for a Savior who comforts my sorrows, especially on those days when the sorrows feel a bit too heavy for me to carry with the frailty of my natural-man arms.
God has made us to be powerful and kind. He has made us to be sweet yet bold. He has created His children and placed us in imperfect frames so we can struggle and grow and learn that we are in fact children of the Almighty and have much to do - that we are in fact capable of so much good. So much.
Praise to the Lord of the Small Broken Things,
Who Sees the Poor Sparrow That cannot take wing.
Who loves the lame child and the wretch in the street
who comforts their sorrows and washes their feet.
Praise to the lord of 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 fly.
to never be sick and never to die.
Praise him, O Praise Him All ye who live
who`ve been given so much and can so little give
our frail lisping praise God will never Despise.
He Sees His Dear ChildrenThrough Mercy Filled Eyes!
I had to take a moment and step outside. The line where it says "to paradise fly, to never be sick and never to die" brought to my mind the memory of my brother who recently passed on from this life.
I also felt great peace at the line: "he pours out his spirit on vessels so weak that the timid can serve and the silent can speak." This line touched me because so often in my life I feel a tad inadequate for what I feel has been set before me.
I'm grateful for a Savior who comforts my sorrows, especially on those days when the sorrows feel a bit too heavy for me to carry with the frailty of my natural-man arms.
God has made us to be powerful and kind. He has made us to be sweet yet bold. He has created His children and placed us in imperfect frames so we can struggle and grow and learn that we are in fact children of the Almighty and have much to do - that we are in fact capable of so much good. So much.
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