Of Small Things – Treasures in Jars of Clay

A life of ‘small things’ is ours for long
Simple joys to such a life belong;
Of small service to the Lord, here n there
Moving about on the wings of prayer.

Of small returns for small labors done
Small steps we take till the race is run ;
Of coffee dates and prayer walks
Of banter, light and weighty talks.

No place we’ve had to call our own
Yet, a home we make every place we roam;
Though hand in hand we walk with grief,
Joy sneaks in often to grant relief.
You and me always side by side
Let’s keep going with the ebbing tide.