As they softly fall,
They so very small,
Those tiny wee drops of rain;
To do any good,
They surely should
Be just twice as big again!
Yet it is not so,
Because you know,
’Twas God made those raindrops small;
He uses them too,
His work to do;
E’en the smallest drop of all.
They have work to do,
And so do you,
Never mind if it is small;
The raindrops don’t ask
For a greater task,
For their work is just to fall.
No matter the size,
In God’s loving eyes,
That’s not what He looks to see;
What He asks of you
Is His will to do;
He needs only your service free.
He settles the place
On earth’s dry face
Where each raindrop is to fall;
So for you and me,
A place there’ll be;
Our part, to fill it, that’s all!
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