It is a little thing—a song;
And yet it brings the warmth of May,
And helps to make the faint heart strong,
And gives a joy to each new day.
It is a little thing—a song;
A lullaby to soothe the young;
A cheerful hum when tasks are long,
A hymn of hope when hearts are wrung.
It is a little thing—a song;
Yet heaven would be a lonely place,
Despite the vastness of its throng,
Without a choir to praise God’s grace.
Dorothy R. Larson