For there are many great deeds
Done in the small struggles of life.”
When you look back you realize,
Life is stranger than fiction you find.
How He takes the dust of earth,
Add to it such worth,
That world bows down in adoration,
For all that He has done.
He makes beauty grow on the ground,
Flower cover the face of the earth,
He grants His grace and renews us,
Or else what is our worth.
He maketh the barren women,
To be joyful mother of a child,
He addeth worth to the lowly,
He has added worth to my life.
R. A. Jacob
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