We aren’t born with a servant’s heart,
It’s something we must learn;
And it does not come easily,
However much we yearn.
It’s a weak muscle that needs work
And constant exercise.
Its takes more time to build it up
Than you might realize.
We’re waited on by those with one
When we are very young.
We come to think that it’s on us
The universe is hung.
So, when it’s time for us to give,
We don’t know where to start
And it takes time for us to grow
A working servant’s heart.
Help me to learn what small birds know
In safeguarding their nest
And help me grow the heart I need
To figure out the rest.
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