LITTLE THINGS
I can cope with much pain, that helps me to grow,
I also feel the great benefit of deep sorrow,
Such sweet peace comes as I struggle through
I feel new strength within me freely flow.
I would not choose money over true righteousness,
Not for any amount of money wear a skimpy dress,
Could not be tempted to commit a murderous crime,
Nor would I blame God or moan too much or whine.
If heaven I don’t gain, big things won’t keep me out,
But it is little things every day, that gives me doubt
That I will ever worthy of my home in heaven above,
Little things will keep me from God’s eternal love.
Allowing people to upset me, when they are not to blame,
Whatever anyone does, we should always stay the same,
Always be loving and kind, no one can make you mad,
But Satan knows our weaknesses and that is very sad.
He knows he cannot tempt me with the big sins in life,
Nor ever when my world is full of hurt, pain and strife,
Yet someone says something that rubs me the wrong way,
Then he thinks he has me as I start going just a little astray.
One thing leads to another and mean dislike starts to set in,
Satan must be smiling unless I turn quickly from this sin,
I need the strength and courage to turn away from all wrong,
Sweet charity, fill my soul so I can join the heavenly throng.
Get thee hence Satan, you can never be in control of me,
I chose agency in heaven so from being forced I’d be free,
I pray to my Father to overcome every wicked little thing,
So when the time comes, a true loving heart I can bring.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 1, 2003