Psonnets of Worship
The Little Things

I was not faithful in the little things,
so I found something smaller till I could
be faithful with our Master's household's good,
and as I served His Word to priests and kings,
Christ's servants, fed with His love offerings,
the lowest place was mine, because I stood
afar off from His table till one would
call me to serve him of our Master's things.
So seems a servant's servant's seat so small,
but rather would I kneel to wash one's feet
than eat, and drink, and never hear His call
to go up higher, sit with Him, and eat.
I am unprofitable. Have I done all?
Still, He bids me come boldly to His seat.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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