The Lord informed in latter days a simple truth sublime,
That he who becomes humble, shall in all goodness
Be led by God’s hand and be given answer to their prayer.
Oh to gain humility, feel God’s hand with loving care
Grasp at my feeble fingers, as I sojourn here on earth.
I see a child so willing to learn, gain more knowledge
Day by day, trusting with an open heart those around.
I see men of high station bow their knee in prayer and cry
As they pray to God, willing to give all, even to die,
Or serve as He would have them. I see a dying man,
A sweet smile upon his face as he is welcomed into God’s
Everlasting arms. I see the Son of God hanging from a cross
Arms outstretched, for the love of man flows free from his heart.
A perfect picture of humility as He did his valiant part.
Could I obtain this gift? Could I feel God’s hand in mine?
Could I be like a small child with humility almost divine?
Could I turn to God and beg for the things I need each day?
Or would my proud, unbending heart turn His help away?
Oh yes, I pray for others, with prayers deep and quite sincere.
I offer gratitude for the gifts He gives, and pray when I fear.
I pray to be my brothers keeper, pray for my enemies too,
Yet I feel that I lack humility, for I understand it not.
I grasp at straws of doctrine, try to teach, and do it well.
Try to comprehend the complexity of humility in it’s simpleness.
For I know that in God’s almighty plan, He always wants to bless
The children who strive to find the gifts He has to give each one.
They sound so sweet, the things you need to find humility.
A love of God and our dependency, a need of a Saviour dear.
A trust in His redeeming love, and yet, there strikes my fear,
To turn the other cheek when someone strikes a blow,
Do not retaliate at all, that is the humble way to go.
Can I in my earthly state, ever stop and smile and turn
The other cheek? Or would spiteful thoughts arise in my proud soul?
I long to feel Thy hand in mine as I walk along life’s way.
Please help me find a way to break my too proud heart,
Help release the repentant tears that must flow down my dry face.
Give me the strength to be worthy of thy sweet gentle embrace,
For when I find humility and take it to my aching heart,
I’ll not only want to feel thine hand, but hold thee to my heart.
Each night I’ll pray to find, somewhere in my proud life,
The strength of character needed to call thee all my own.
For without thee in my life I know I’ll never be complete.
I’ll pray that my heart will be humbled, so that when we meet
I’ll know thee as a friend, for I have held thy hand and walked
Through the path of life. Feeling they encompassing embrace.
M Ann Margetson April 13 1998.
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