Little Chores, Great Blessings

 

You’ve kept me busy through the days
And I’ve slept wearily,
But I count each day to my joy,
Blessings You’ve given me.
 
I know I’m not called to great things,
And that suits me just fine,
Because I love the little chores
That You’ve set to be mine.  
 
The day-to-day labors of love,
All those helped on the way,
Are such great blessings in my life.
They mean more than I say.
 
Thank You for knowing me so well,
And those things I do best.
I may be weary by day’s end,
But grateful to be blessed.  
 
James 1:17
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.