“Father, where shall I work today?”
And my love flowed warm and free;
Then He pointed to me a tiny spot,
And said, “Tend that for Me”;
I answered quickly, “No, not that;
Why no one would ever see,
No matter how well my work was done;
Not that little place for me!”
And the word He spoke, it was not stern:
He answered me tenderly,
“Ah, laborer search that heart of yours:
Are you working for them or Me?
Nazareth was a little place,
And so was Galilee.”
If labor flows from a loving heart,
It matters not the pay—
And if I work but one short hour
Or bear the heat of the day;
The Master is just and ever-wise;
He gives His rewards with grace;
The first is last; the last is first;
No room for pride of place;
I ask Him, “Where and how to serve?”
He knows just where I should be;
If I wish His mind in doing His work,
I’ll find it on bended knee.
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