Of all the people most incompetent,
I am one of them,why waste time to prove,
Master can breathe life in clay,
Master will build as He chose.
You be contented, in your honour,
You be content, in your pride,
Let me let me be, the dust of earth,
Master can breathe in life.
He takes a fisherman,
Make them fishers of men,
He exalts the valley,
Turns it into mountain.
His grace is my forte,
You won't ever understand,
If I can count my blessings,
I will surely be able to count sand.
R. A. Jacob
7 comments:
Amazing
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Wonderful poem
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