She’s just a little pink blossom
That’s growing in a pot;There’s very little she can do,
So much that she cannot.
And yet she stands, her face aglow,
Grateful for what she’s got,
And does her best to make her pot
A better, brighter spot.
Like her, I have no list of skills,
To grace my mortal span,And yet I work with all my heart,
I do the best I can
To fill the role God set for me
Within his perfect plan;
To brighten up my own small pot
And cheer my fellow man.
Colossians 3:23
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as
working for the Lord, not for men .
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